The same determination flows through the brain
Which kept me from going insane
And embracing the monster(s) inside the closet
of my very mind.
What will I find?
I won't heal the world,like I wanted as a child
I pity every selfish daydream of love,
Success.
A little rabbit sits in my garden,yes.
There's even a chair with some daisies on it,too.
But nobody else,not even you
Could possibly understand my mechanics,
my chemistry,
my logic,
my dreams,
my fears.
And oh,how I love and hate you for it.
It's not that I'm a riddle,I'm not.
But I won't share what I've got if you don't want it.
I've got all these half-empty glasses of death
You've got them half-full glasses of life.
Care to make a trade?
I don't think so,my Dear.
But one day,yes.
Maybe,no.
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