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Jun 2016
Some days when I wake up
I look around, wanna burn the world
All we've done is fcked up
Now its time to get f
cked

All these empty threats
And all these meaningless bets
Could only ever make us
End up at the edge

Other times I wake up
And look up at the ceiling
Wondering about my purpose and is it
Really true meaning?

To make others happy
They say you gotta be happy
A puppet on a string a smile
And a diamond ring

Don't sugar coat it
I'm allowed to feel like ****
And still make others smile
Even though it's been a while

Since I did so myself
I get angry. I get upset. Making others happy can make me happy. Beating up a punching bag makes me happy. Dressing up as Deadpool made me happy. This is tribute to my past self. There is so much more than others satisfaction and your own hatred
Viseract
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Viseract  23/Trans Female/Adelaide
(23/Trans Female/Adelaide)   
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   shaffu shafiq, --- and Karishma
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