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i prostitute myself mentally

i feel so alone and cold
i trade my innocence for the company of wolves
offer myself for their friendship
ask them to say they love me
even thought i know they dont
but sometimes its nice to hear the words

i want to take the world and fuck it
like it fucks me
people are the cancer of dry land
i surround myself with assholes i dont even like
just to be accepted
kinda sad really
just feel the need to be needed i guess
i miss my mom
and the home life we had together

i walk around in a zombie state
staring at people living their lives
and i hate them for it
i hide in my coccoon of indifferance
and self pity
always feeling shitty
mabye i just need to be put on a desert island
where i can go slowly mad
a touch of sanity in a corrupt fucking world