I want to create, but my thoughts crush and consume me,
I just want to do art, but I ruin my memories, I ruined everything,
Why can't God, or whatever, just end me,
But I guess that doesn't matter, I'm just edgy, immature, it's my fault, no one else's
Still, I feel betrayed, no one was there for me, a child, corrupted by the things I've seen online, why was no one there, cause they didn't know? More like they didn't care.
Some way, some how, I will get my revenge, for my life, my childhood that was stolen away.
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