| Seventy Two |
The pantomime is due tomorrow,
and I can't help but feel anxious.
I have my idea all in tact,
and I hope everything goes well,
I hope everyone will become speechless
when they see my performance.
I thought it out,
and while doing so,
I realized that my life is shit.
The thought of suicide
hadn't hit me hard
until I replayed all the things
that have happened to me.
But it's okay.
I wouldn't stoop as low
as to kill myself.
At least,
I don't think I would.
Because I'm fine
I'm fine
I'll be fine.
| Happy birthday to @maeveo_yaas! May your day (night) be filled with happiness and love! |
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