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People clap for me saying you did it but what did I do that was so good for you was it were I dragged myself out the mud with my blood or the part were I clean one set of cuts just to cut myself again you yell "wow I'm proud" but you weren't that loud when I cried for help you stayed silent as a mouse my whole life you are happy at the things I did myself but do you see the things I did when crying in the mirror when shrinking into no worth on the earth you see what you want not what the truth may be yes I got out the mud but I'm still covered in my blood yes I clean my cuts but I didn't have enough bandands for the other ones you want me to be the perfect one the one who was "So strong" and got up but if for a second I'm not the tough you stop clapping and cover your eyes and if you look its only with despise so no I am not strong I am so you want the truth to be so shiny mine is rust with sparkles you put on the real gold of me is gone and My soul when along because I Didn't get Better At Being The Best I Got Better At Being The Survivor
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Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 5:35 PM UTC
I Didn't get Better At Being The Best I Got Better At Being The Survivor
People clap for me saying you did it but what did I do that was so good for you was it were I dragged myself out the mud with my blood or the part were I clean one set of cuts just to cut myself again you yell "wow I'm proud" but you weren't that loud when I cried for help you stayed silent as a mouse my whole life you are happy at the things I did myself but do you see the things I did when crying in the mirror when shrinking into no worth on the earth you see what you want not what the truth may be yes I got out the mud but I'm still covered in my blood yes I clean my cuts but I didn't have enough bandands for the other ones you want me to be the perfect one the one who was "So strong" and got up but if for a second I'm not the tough you stop clapping and cover your eyes and if you look its only with despise so no I am not strong I am so you want the truth to be so shiny mine is rust with sparkles you put on the real gold of me is gone and My soul when along because I Didn't get Better At Being The Best I Got Better At Being The Survivor
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13/F/New York
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 5:35 PM UTC
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