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Nov 2014
The sick days are piling up
I can't go on like this
hiding in my bedroom
ashamed of the way I look
so much so
I cannot dare
to enter into society.
I'm so ******* ugly
and so ******* disgusting
why can't I be better
what's wrong with me?
what's wrong with me?
what's wrong with me?
what's wrong with me?
Fish The Pig
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Fish The Pig
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