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I'm not a good person
I'm not suited to be anybody's home
I'm just a stone
a proof of something gone wrong
in life; a ddeadbeat
guy, an almost NEET
guy, a guy who has everything going right
yet has no will to fight
a guy who sees the light
but doesn't have the might
to go towards it
a guy who makes a shit
of every decision
a guy who has no precicion
to do anything
so I'm telling you, stop seeing
me as a good human being
but the fact remains that i can't be mean
infact that's the only good thing in me
so don't get attached to me, I'm screaming
for i can't help you
because i need help too
but i need to do it alone
just to atone
for the lies and the dreams that i've crushed
for the times I've rushed
just to be a demon to myself
so let me yelp
and suffer alone
and let me be one person gone from your life
just please don't stop to fight
and be others help
but I'm just gonna remove myself
from being your toxic self...

-yakaa: jujaan

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