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There's something in my mind
Was the fault really mine
I'm sure it wasn't destiny
On the way you point your knife at me

Why do you blame me for existing
When my life is already depressing
From the ways you always hit me
I'm pretty sure it wasn't a blessing

Bruises can be seen everywhere
But I didn't care
The pain no longer hurts
I've encountered worst

Whenever I loon in your eyes
There was no remorse anger arise
They look like the devil themselves
"you're pathetic" they yelled

From the way you stare at me
I thought you were a part of me
On the way you have mocked me
While I am here speaking profanities

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⏰ Last updated: May 06 ⏰

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