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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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