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I am mocked, harshly seeped into the crevices of this low life being itchy, stings, and pain tears kept running mind is on the edge soul left hanging to be the betterment of the body it was given that don't deserve a friend the universe has mocked me and guiltily I wept
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Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
Mockery
I am mocked, harshly seeped into the crevices of this low life being itchy, stings, and pain tears kept running mind is on the edge soul left hanging to be the betterment of the body it was given that don't deserve a friend the universe has mocked me and guiltily I wept
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Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
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