writing just to write

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I am perfectly imperfect
I just wish that I could be myself, you know? 
I look at you, And all I feel is disgust. You mock me, Capturing me in your everlasting frust-stration.   I look at you, You mentally batter and abuse. Do you enjoy it?
I don't quite know If the masks I wear Fit Me.   I'm not sure if the
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