the moment the impalpable fruit comes up on the horizon
the nightly spots of light attract me, asking me to fade away with them that time
the choice is mine whether-
I want to be a seed of the sweet rising fruit or
the shine of the fading spots of night light.
I have realized
I don’t want you in my life
Just get out, get out of my mind
Get the hell out of me
I hate you
I loath you
I don’t want you
Get out of me
I want to live
I want this life
I want to live this life
I want to do everything
This is my life and it is mine
Leave its control right now
Get out
Get the hell out of me
I don’t want you
You are just my mental disorder
What can you do?
Get the hell out of me.
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