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it's not something i've did or done i became it the mistake is me you may ask "what do you mean?" i am a sickly flawed being who's creation is regretted undoubtedly told day in and day out "you are nothing", you see even if i didn't do anything wrong the mistake is me the way i look, laugh, love none of it is right and i just want to blur the lines so that i could be somebody else it just too painful knowing because of me being a mistake there's no one else to blame
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
a mistake
it's not something i've did or done i became it the mistake is me you may ask "what do you mean?" i am a sickly flawed being who's creation is regretted undoubtedly told day in and day out "you are nothing", you see even if i didn't do anything wrong the mistake is me the way i look, laugh, love none of it is right and i just want to blur the lines so that i could be somebody else it just too painful knowing because of me being a mistake there's no one else to blame
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
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