My mother still doesn't know
that i sleep so much
because i hate being conscious
My father still doesn't know
i feel distant from him
all the time
My sister still doesn't know
that i hate who i am
and i wish i could be more than her
But i know these things
and they're slowly
but surely
k i l l i n g
m e
(ugh)
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