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Ever feel like you're the odd one out? Going on the same path with a different route, Hurt so bad, you want to scream and shout,
She yearns for compassion and love but cant find it Its as if everyone is blindsighted  How can she be strong if hate is ignited everywhere she goes people stop and stare when she judges herself so shamefully,
I'm sick and tiredof being a constantcatastrophe I'm sick of not seeingbones, but instead,rolls of flesh. I'm sick of all the whispersas soon as I walk away,no one liked me any ways.
They all look at me and think they know my past. They all look and judge my actions. I am scum, a low life, an invalid. I can't be trusted or saved. My life doesn't benefit others because all I bring is pain.
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