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Dec 18, 2004 19:03

Skin that crawls
eyes that bawl
an inside that grumbles
friends that mumble
I dont belong here
locke din my own fear
I stand here and die

But I 'm a creep
I 'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
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