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Well I can't know for sure, but I suppose I was born with them. My body, my mind my soul, I have to share it. I share it with the creatues, some people call them demons. They live inside me.
I am just a mutation of the monstrosity we coined society. I see the knife as it flays at my waist; my skin rejoicing at the idea that soon, SOON I can fit into those jeans he told me I would look good in. I worry for my sister, for all the girls
Size, shape, and color don't matter. Be grateful and smile. Love them the way they are, please don't judge. Look into their personality That's reality
Alright so Sticks and stones wont break my bones but this razor surely scars me. Let it, let it roll of your back let it, let it stay for a sneak attack
Born in an egg already cracked Some say it’s a flaw Others sigh and say never This crack is indented in my soul How am I supposed to know Which is right, and which is wrong