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Jan 2017
They are stale
They are angry
These monsters
******* me in
Forcing me to stare into their eyes
Trying to escape their jaws
The screams, the hate, the fear
You're nothing, you're a facade.
Nothing better than the body you're in
Without it, you are nothing
When they get to know you, then they'll realize
You're boring, empty, awkward
Unable to let anyone get close
Then they'll leave
Fed up with the facade
Because they're better than to use someone in that way
Of course.
You're nothing more than a shell
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