imaginary at best

I told myself i was imaginary and that all of this wasn’t real but I found that my teeth ache from the grinding and my heart tense from the clenching and my head shrouded with self hate and my brain knocking itself overboard and now i think i need to face that this face is of flesh and I hate being real so I’ll say I’m imaginary at best—’cause in this pretend life I’m a pretend human clothed in a bull shit bulletproof vest.

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