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You look at my world and hate what you see,
You complain and bitch, but that’s just me. I don’t care what you think and I never will, I just sit and stare until ready to kill. You try to help and you make things worse, Before you know I’ll be in a hearse. Don’t say that you care because I know you don’t, All that you do, Help? it won’t. You make my life worse then anyone I know, You make it more unbearable then for me to show, So just leave me alone, I know my life stinks, But I like my world of unknown, And I don’t care what you think.
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