I'm the happiest in my oblivious state of mind.
Why must you insist on bring me back to the harsh reality?
Leave me be.
Let me think that no one ever notices me.
My protective bubble of oblivion.
Why do you constantly pop and deflate my bubble?
I'm sufficating in this reality.
Keep your truths to yourself.
Let me have me delusional happy place.
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~Queen of Hate~
and remember folks imitation is the sincerest form of flattery
and remember folks imitation is the sincerest form of flattery