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Don't you know how some of us feel sometimes? Don't you know what some of us do to ourselves sometimes? No, you don't know, nor would you care Some of cut, cry, try to **** or all three and more to ourselves But even if you knew you would just say aloud or flaws, Criticize our looks, Or beat us to the ground... Because that's what the world thinks of people like me They scoff in disgust of our loves and sexualities They beat us till we suffer from LIVING The one thing they WON'T do is, E N D  O U R  S U F F E R I N G
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 3:19 PM UTC
Don't you know
Don't you know how some of us feel sometimes? Don't you know what some of us do to ourselves sometimes? No, you don't know, nor would you care Some of cut, cry, try to **** or all three and more to ourselves But even if you knew you would just say aloud or flaws, Criticize our looks, Or beat us to the ground... Because that's what the world thinks of people like me They scoff in disgust of our loves and sexualities They beat us till we suffer from LIVING The one thing they WON'T do is, E N D  O U R  S U F F E R I N G
"Just leave the goth chic in the back alone." "I'm. Not. Goth." "Whatever you re your a FREAK! A ****** Then kicks me till I'm on the ground. All because I just think dying is better, I like black, and I sing MCR and Panic! Like ***
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 3:19 PM UTC
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