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Excuse me while I lay in my sorrows
With the pathetic pity that I have for myself
I fucking hate you, I fucking hate this disease, I fucking hate myself and every other fucking being.
I look at myself in the mirror, and you know what I see?
A fucking pile of filth with disgraceful pleas.
All this world does, is fucking spite me.
I feel my soul, it's tainted.
And fucking grimy.
I'll never know what the fuck these flaws mean
But I know I'm worthless, that I've fucked it all up, and it's all my fault.
I'm empty inside, hollowed out.
I pretend and pretend but there's always that doubt.
That doubt in myself, embedded in my core, the doubt that swallows all I've ever sworn.
The promises to myself, never kept.
And I repent, I repent, while I hope for death.
Cause I'm a pessimistic fuck.
A contradiction.
Of who I want to be, of who I was, my life is fucking fiction.
I'm a pessimistic fuck, a contradiction.
Every aspect of my life is fucking fiction.
I'm a pessimistic fuck, a contradiction.
Of who I want to be, I'm fucking fiction.
No one knows me, or how I feel.
No one ever will, because I'll never heal.
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