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All i can see when i look at myself, 

is a pretty mask,

with a fucked up past,

and some shitty issues,

looks like i just ran out of fucking tissues.

cry myself a river,

while a quiver,

stupid friends, 

all have met some shitty ends. 

I'm running out of creativity...

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