My Story

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I think it's who I am

Or just the things I do

But I seem to always find a way

To screw things up with you

I know I'm not the funniest

Prettiest, or most great

But I know that one day, maybe

You'll see past all of the hate

But time is running out

The end is coming near

Before I curl up and get eaten

By all of my fears

Through this time, the worst part is

That you never got to know

That I was slowly drowning

Sinking to depths that were so low

We used to talk all the time

But that time was the past

Without you doing anything

This darkness will forever last

So I'll just get used to

You not being here

Please just remember

That my story is almost clear

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