Overcoming my fear of bees because you hurt me more than they ever could.

Constantly lying to people because you lied to me.

I continue to hurt people so I don't have to feel so crappy about myself.

Feeling crappy because I'm a shitty person.

Smoking again so life can end quickly.

Not hurting myself physically because why the fuck would I do that again?

Bees used to scare the shit out of me. 

I just let one land on my leg, I didn't run away.

They're so simple, they don't want to hurt anyone.

Wasting time.

Not feeling. 

Totally numb.

What did you do to me? 

The End

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