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going through your things all I think of was how you made me feel.

like a discarded toy left to rot.

you're too pretty to be in the dirt, like a piece of sun in the mud.

you only talk to me when you want to feel good because you
know how bad I feel inside.

you only call when....

you once told me I was real.
then does that make you fake?

your pretty life makes me sick.

because you'll never be as ugly as me.