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All day long if I could right now. I don't have words. I feel exposed, fragile, worthless. I wish I was never born; I wish I could drown myself in the self loathing I am living.
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Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I want to spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
Tori Amos ~ Crucify
Dx: Schizoaffective Disorder
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