She always had a fucked up childhood. Who cares? She have friends, who can save her from all her misery. They always lived inside her mind.
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Fucked Up World
PoetryI live in a fucked up world with my fucked up mind, and I hate my fucking life. And sometimes, we fear our own minds.
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She always had a fucked up childhood. Who cares? She have friends, who can save her from all her misery. They always lived inside her mind.
