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Jan 2011
I'm broken
Beyond repair
I'm sick of sitting in this broken chair
I am tired of looking at the tele and having to stare
I'm sick of it all, why can't I end?
Is there some radical party I must attend?
Beautiful people are all over the place
And stare at me with utter disgrace
Because I'm ugly and I was made this way
Why can't I just take my life and go away...
Simon Fletcher
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Simon Fletcher
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