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I wake up.
Emotionless.
I lay in bed, begging the mattress to swallow me up.
It would be so much easier to just disappear I think.
When I was young I used to dream
Of the day I would grow up
I would sit for hours and plan and sceem
And drink for my princess cup
Till I was drained and tired and it was time
