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Aug 2013
I feel so fake.
I'm full of lies and deception and hatred
and everyone just sees my **** crooked smile.
When will you finally realize that
I am a horrible person?
Get it through your head:
I do not care about you.
It must run in the family because
I'm only capable of caring about myself,
and I even fail at that.
A failure in every sense of the word.
Pathetic. Weak. Forgotten.
Written by
Annie  California
(California)   
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   ---, Danielle Hoskins and spahrkling
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