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Jun 2012
You can be happy with yourself anymore,
You just hate the world and cut yourself to watch the blood poor,
Its so hard to watch you do this to yourself,
Beating yourself up for this Adonis Complexion,
Now I step in,
Its time to stop calling yourself names and pull your face out of the dirt,
Stop worrying about if you can fit in that shirt,
You can die yet you do not listen,
Desire is the plague that drives you,
Welcome to my world,
Welcome to my hell,
Welcome your salvation,
For I am the reason your still here,
I owe you one thing,
And that is that I be myself.
Conor Cleveland
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