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By playing hatred for attention the ones who need it are ignored. Drip Drip Drip Shaking, fidgeting tape around cotton ***** red seeping through my shirt sleeve They're going to see what I did What I've become What I always was inside. It's no one's fault but my own . . . But they don't give a ****
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Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC
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By playing hatred for attention the ones who need it are ignored. Drip Drip Drip Shaking, fidgeting tape around cotton ***** red seeping through my shirt sleeve They're going to see what I did What I've become What I always was inside. It's no one's fault but my own . . . But they don't give a ****
ashlyn-yoshida
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Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC
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