Waiting To Die
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I'm a little suicidal... Who really gives a flying fuck about me? I'm just... ME. No one will love me. I'm FAT, ugly, stupid, worthless, and mean nothing to everyone. I just want someone to love me... I just want to know what it feels like to be loved... Just once.
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