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Fuck off

by @mela

Haven't been this drunk in a while Can barely type this I feel like my body is in a pile Separate from my mind My mind It wanders To far away places In darkness, it ponders I'll never be good enough Never pretty Just a stupid pile of stuff But never wanting your pity Pity is for the weak I'd rather be alone I know that I am a freak But I don't give a fuck Fuck you If you don't like me You think I need you? Ha, bite me
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Sep 25, 2013
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