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You think I love myself But really I hate myself You think I think Im all that But really I find things i cant stand about myself everday You think Im stuck up But really I think im not worth your time You think I hate you But really you hate me You think my life is perfect But really ive been molested, have had a drunk for a father, and have depression You think i dont give a fuck But really i stay up all night because i do give a fuck You think im gonna crumble But really im gonna rise while you stay on the bottom You think im gonna be like my parents But really im my own damn person and make my own damn decision You think im a slut But really i cover up because of you You call me a whore, slut, bitch, and more Because you KNOW that i will always rise over what you call me and prove that all the things you call me are yourself! And that ill never be like you!
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