a shiny button can look nice or accent a piece well, but in reality it's just a piece of plastic with holes in it. I'm forcing myself right now, it's all there is. I don't want to force it anymore, I just want it to go away. Crushed, imploded, broken, pained. I don't even know. I want to sleep, but then I might dream, the last thing I want to do is dream right now; my real dream was taken away. words kill and I want to die, the worst part is that I refuse to die or stop fighting. I had something to fight for, but that thing was an empty shell hiding behind a smile. it was a smile hiding lies, empty lies.
I'm a fucking dork
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