20 and 2 years old
when i was a child, their never ask me whats wrong with my self.
like flower with the gas inside, i can bloom whenever its come.
they ask me, its okay, whats wrong just for one scoop of ice cream
20 its become disaster.
im a disaster
with the knife in my right hand.
the right who always got special hearti from all the people
the right who actually give me a scare in the left hand.
the left hand.
the left, who always bad in our eyes.
become a kid.
with suciede thought.
its easy, because we not really afraid with the end of the life.
she, he, with numb face.
got the beats, and click the shutdown.
good bye, i died
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