Stop it
Why are you doing this to me
You work
And then I don’t breathe

You create ideas for me
And tell me I’m shit
Why are you so complicated
You know so much

And you cause me pain
I can also remember happiness
You hold onto those memories
In a pocket full of neurons

I can’t see them
You hide them
And make my pain out bigger than it is
You shithead

What if I get alzsemers 
I’ll forget who I am
I forget everything
Then I’ll stop crying

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