Heres to you.

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DEAR ME,

What the fuck is so wrong
With me?
Is it just me?
Why with all the bullshit
In this world am I the thing
You focus on?
FUCK YOU,
By the way.
I have what it takes,
I know shit you don't.
Go spend your time dying.
Shrivel your already black and dead body
And FUCK OFF already.
No one needs to hear your stupid shit,
Bitching and moaning
About shit that doesn't concern you.
Its O.K.
So FUCK OFF.
I'm good.
I'm grown.
You are not.
You are so fucking afraid
To lose one fucking second,
Or miss one moment of this
Bullshit "last chance" lifestyle
You are so paranoid about.
NO.
FUCK OFF.
Let me spell it for you.
F.U.C.K. O.F.F.
Your opinion might hold water
If your shit was a little more stable,
And by the way,
Your stability isn't my fault either.
You are terrified.
Go away until you learn to communicate
With me.
Not like an adult,
Or a "grown up",
Or a "better person",
but just with me.
Until you do I refuse to share my blanket.
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