I finally get back up properly, and then everyone around me starts bringing me down again.
It's like quicksand, I swear, it pulls you down so fast, and even when you think you're getting out, you're not.
Or drowning in a barrel of slime, even if you escape, it sticks to you, weighing you down.
Btw,
The thing is, I hate you, but I only ever just want to be like you.
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