I hate being me, nothing ever goes right, nothing ever turns out how i wish it would, nothing ever goes my way, no one ever cares to stay and wonder why, and sit with my while i cry, no one ever dares to care, or ever wonder why i'm there, no one ever looks at me and really ever tries to see. Who am i really? who am i to you, to me? i don't know,
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