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Disease I love myself like a disease Losing tact with society Loves come and go just as they please With constant disregard of me I love myself like a disease Result of passionate cruelty When overrun by sorrow’s fleas The girl in the mirror glared at me I love myself like a disease But suicide holds less appeal These drops of tears morphed into seas Numbed by cold, so unable to feel I love myself like a disease Losing tact with society I’d come with you if you just said please And if you promise not to cure me.
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