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the ugly truth.


I use to think I knew who I was but I was only kidding myself, my insides are ugly and rotting . I always hide the nasty parts of myself but I was only suppressing who I truley was. Sweet like candy from what anyone can see but secretly I'm slowly drowning beneath life and my own despair. I don't understand the world around me it too is not what I once thought it to be. I ache, fiend but for what?? To feel alieve, tired of being dead on the inside. Blackness fills me and works it way out of my lips soon it's everywhere infecting and sticking to all it can. My heart only ever beats when you have it but someday I fear it will cease to work at all.
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