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When I think of my life,
When I think of myself,
Why do those emotions...
Why do those emotions feel
In my eyes...
Like some sort of current passing
Through my body from my heart
To my eyes...
Why do my eyes get all blurry
Why does that liquid make up there
For what
Why the hell they flowing down my cheeks
Oh my god I look so pathetic
And weak
How do I stop this
Oh lord make it stop!!!

Or maybe, I am
Pathetic and weak...

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