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Aug 2015
You make me feel
like I'm not good enough.

You make my stomach
do somersaults against my will.
My eyes tear up around you.
I think my eyelashes are falling out,
make a wish before there are none left.
I think I'm going to throw up.

You make me feel like I'm not good enough
*and it makes me sick.
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
515
   Gaffer, Euphoria and Brian Payamps
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