U realise how much trauma
How much attitude
You are
You realise all that sensitivity is really a stab for someone else
You even realise how unfair uve become
How tired ur body is
How tired ur heart is
How mean u are even though u think u arnt you realise
That ur straining life and love into hate and motion sickness of the future
Of your words
Ur going to have a mean life
If u dont transform when the new moon arises
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