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i lied to myself
told myself that you hated me
complications in recovery
if you see my ghost let it be
temporary pains, they all end up the same
cracked perfection broken when you fuck for fame
did it hurt at all? those hands will help defend
how could i lead this lie? of course it had to end
but not like this
i lied to myself
told myself that you hated me
complications in recovery
if you see my ghost let it be
send a helpline to my front door
not much more i could ask for
was it so hard to be adored?
was it a pain to numbly endure?
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