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You always ask Why I do this to myself Like you care. And I make up excuse After excuse. But you would hate To know the real reason. I destroy myself so you can't.
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Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
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You always ask Why I do this to myself Like you care. And I make up excuse After excuse. But you would hate To know the real reason. I destroy myself so you can't.
DyedScarlet
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Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
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