and again and again.
On repeat—
the same trivialities;
the same routine;
the same disgusting things
this world offers.
All lies,
to claim this world as beautiful.
In the eyes of those who truly see,
this is untrue—
it will never be.
Oh, how I wish
I could go back in time,
to that birthday,
right before blowing the candle
on my cake.
I wish
I had wished
for the whole world to burn.
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