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When I was little I thought that if I was sick Everyone would care I would have all of the attention All of the affection But now I can tell you that’s not true People grow bored of your pain They grow angry at your complaints So they all leave Trapping you alone in a broken useless body
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Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 3:19 AM UTC
Stupid Little Girl
When I was little I thought that if I was sick Everyone would care I would have all of the attention All of the affection But now I can tell you that’s not true People grow bored of your pain They grow angry at your complaints So they all leave Trapping you alone in a broken useless body
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Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 3:19 AM UTC
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