No title. (Or should i say self title?)

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Fake suicidal. Denial.
Acting as if on trial.
He's handsome. She's pretty,
Choose one bitch and get over it.
Stop acting, as if crazy.
Love you, now hate you.
So tired of the games, cause I'm the only playing fair.
I'm sick of living in a shell,
Going against my own words.
Need a break.
Need some light.
Need somebody to help me fight,
Cause I'm all out of breath.
Screw this I'm done.

(Repeat until the end of line eight)

-----------------------------------------Yeah this is a song. Who knows what about anyway. I'm bringing this book back but I don't know if it's gonna stay...

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