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Jun 2016
Am I so disgusting that you can't bare the sight of me?
Does the validation of who I am not check out with the expiration date on my stamp?
Because I don't understand.
What about me makes you say no?
I'm shriveled I'm beaten I'm torn I'm ripped shredded grinded into dust.
I'm disgusting look at my lust!
I'm so blind.
I'm so emotional.
I'm so blind.
What am I that makes you say no?
What am I that even when you recognize the way I look at you,
With such precious precise precision,
It kills you to love me back the same?
I'm a monster and I don't know what's wrong.
But I've had this curse.
For to long.
Under Empty Skies
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Under Empty Skies  Austin TX
(Austin TX)   
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