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Gamer


Gamer Best left in my own Fantasy Made of gigabytes Megabytes Not real Just a program That’s who I am Gamer Call me whatever Freak of Nature Loser I don’t care Cause I’m accepted in my own little world The megapixels may have fried my brain But I’m still a Gamer Lost in my own Illusion
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ChemicallyDeformed

To be honest, There's not much to tell, I'm an everyday girl, Going from day to day, It's all grey, But that's okay, 'Cause that's all there is, Better grey than red, Better grey than dead. 15 and insane. There isn't much to know about me, because there isn't much left of me. I am a writer, an artist, and a dreamer. I am good at being none of the above. You will forget me, I guarantee it. But most of you will never know me so there is nothing to forget.

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