Twice

Split.

I try to swim while I drown,

so I float.

Feel pain in happiness

and pleasure in despair.

Why do I love to hate myself?

Wanting so much,

that I want nothing.

So I float.

Going everywhere so

that I’m aimless.

It’s ok. I’m ok.

Only I can take care of myself,

because I’ll pull everyone else apart.

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