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You. Listen to me.
I don't know if I want you to read this. It's like an invasion, or intrusion...
Will you be mad at me?
We're much more alike than you think.
I think I think much too much.
Being gloomy is not an accurate depiction of who I am.
I feel like smacking you, repeatedly.
Listen to me.
Love me the same.

What is it that defines me?
Is it my friends, my family?
Dancing in hailstones?
Watching scary films at 3am?
Overhearing things I really wish I hadn't?
Instruct me.
Love me the same.

Show me what is right,
Guide me to the right path.
Let me open up to you,
Let me look up to you.
You Child.
You Dickhead.
You Coward.
Love me just the same.

I swear I'll go now,
I swear I'll give up,
I'll stop eating.
I'll stop breathing.
I'll stop typing.
I'll run at you like a bull in a rage.
I'll sob at your feet.
I'll bang my head against the wall.
I'll smash every plate or glass in sight.
I'll smash your car.
I'll rip your books.
I'll tear your pillow.
I'll make you wish you'd never been born.

Unless you love me the same.