As I wear a tight sports bra, my breasts pressed close, I can't stop thinking I have no hope. People tell me I'm trying to escape myself, but really I just don't feel like a fucking girl! Sometimes, I feel like Clark Kent, I take off my glasses and turn into Superman, but I put them right back on, I fall back into this skin. Wondering what would plague my head tonight!
Should I just be myself? Or continue to be Clark Kent? I don't think I can keep up this alter ego anymore, but no one wants to help! I bleed out and, hell, why should anyone care?! Huh?! Why should anyone care about my pain?
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(A/N) I know. It's crap
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