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I am the repetition of many stories. Death, Heartbreak, Anxiety, Mistrust, Isolation, Vulnerable, Repetition. Is it okay to hate myself, If I'm just like every story that People hate? Dreaming too much With too little accomplishment? Anticlimactic? Insensitive? Destructive? Rude? Wasteful? Bratty? Never getting it Through my thick skull? I do too many things wrong, My good will never outweigh my bad. I trust and love people More than I should. More than I trust and love myself. If you knew who I really was, Could you see my mask? Would you hate me for it? Sorry. I said too much again.
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
Explaterate
I am the repetition of many stories. Death, Heartbreak, Anxiety, Mistrust, Isolation, Vulnerable, Repetition. Is it okay to hate myself, If I'm just like every story that People hate? Dreaming too much With too little accomplishment? Anticlimactic? Insensitive? Destructive? Rude? Wasteful? Bratty? Never getting it Through my thick skull? I do too many things wrong, My good will never outweigh my bad. I trust and love people More than I should. More than I trust and love myself. If you knew who I really was, Could you see my mask? Would you hate me for it? Sorry. I said too much again.
Explaterate Definition: To blab, gab, or run off at the mouth.
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
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