Wants and Needs

Fuck,

I don’t know what I wanna do.

I want to love,

I want to cry,

I want to bleed.

I want to wear silk dresses 

And enjoy the luxuries of life.

I want to cut the throats of those who have hurt me,

And watch them as they beg, pled for forgiveness.

I want to cut up fresh fruit and hand feed it to my lover.

I want to write and live in my delusional, sick thoughts.

I don’t want to work,

I don’t want to interact with other people;

I don’t want to cry unless it benefits my works.

I want to live my life as an artist

Without all the unnecessary stress and suffering of living a human life.

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