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Believed that I was the best

Turned out I was wrong

And so I became stressed

And this happened for so long

 

No longer trusting myself

No longer feeling anything

I put my self-esteem on the shelf

Except for remorse's painful sting

 

And  so my self-esteem dives

I don't bother to raise it up again

I'm just juggling knives

For this sadness i cannot contain

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