flowers bloom, decay and rot, but you did not kill the flower. (it killed itself)
i tried so hard enough to figure out why the world hated me so much, but i realized that it was not the world that hated me. i hated myself.
but i ask again and again and again until i have no questions left to ask.
i just need an answer.
why why why am i not good enough why do you hate me so much why do i hate me so much why why why why until there is nothing left of my voice. why until there is no more tears left in my eyes and why until you finally come back.
(i'll be asking whys for the rest of my life because news flash: you're never coming back!)
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