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Aug 2016
No good
Like a rotten apple
Feeling worthless
Feeling stupid
Why can't I do anything right?
I just wasn't worthy
So I take this paint brush
Put it to my wrist
I think of all the things you've said.
The good and the bad..
I don't end it I just have no choice but to be sad..
Cyphers Queen
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Cyphers Queen  baytown tx
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