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This feeling is becoming old, Constantly being told It’s better to be alone. But these “accidents” I do to myself are becoming prone. Take a look inside my eyes, Maybe you’ll believe the lies I tell my mirror on the daily, Hoping I can take this day on bravely.
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Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
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This feeling is becoming old, Constantly being told It’s better to be alone. But these “accidents” I do to myself are becoming prone. Take a look inside my eyes, Maybe you’ll believe the lies I tell my mirror on the daily, Hoping I can take this day on bravely.
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17/F/Missouri
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
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