i'm alive

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I am not okay. I never will be. I am the problem. No one cares about me. I am the darkness in a world of light. I am the cause of so many wrongs and no rights. I am a walking mistake.
  I love nights like this when the sky is opened into my window  and the world comes trickling in. I feel vines and tentacular veins pierce my skin and it's okay because yeah I'm not so tough as I look
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