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Oct 2013
**** me
I don't deserve to live
I pick at my self
In a desperate search
To find the beauty within
But all I'm left with
Is a hollow heart
Broken and used
Completely torn apart
I'm not beautiful
Nor pretty
Nor skinny
Nor funny
I'm nothing
Invisible
Disgusting
Good for nothing
Self loathing
Maybe I am something
I'm nothing to you
And nothing to me
A shell full of nothing
A something
And that something
Is me
Satsuki
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Satsuki  221B Baker St.
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