I only feel ugly 30% of the time.
I only want to die 50% of the time
I hate myself 15% of the time.
The other 5%?
That's when I look into you eyes and somehow things don't seem to be so bad.
You give me a reason to smile.
You give me a reason to live.
Because when I'm with you I know that everywthing will be okay.
I love you so much, and yet you don't even have the slightest clue..
...That 5% means everything in the world to me...
Hmm. Idk. I just get into certain states of mind and then start writing.
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