I won’t pretend that I’m happy
just to secure random people’s inner peace.
I won’t pretend that I’m sad
just to let someone feast on my torments.
I’ll cry when I want
and as hard as I can
from the top of my lungs.
I will let myself go
deep with the swell
in the fires of Hell.
So I could wake from the dead
and turn back and say
“I’ve lived to the fullest
for at least one last day!”
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