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I'm falling, I'm scared, I feel like I'm impared.
I'm numb to the world, like my body's made of pearl.
I'm fragil, I'll break, Even with the help I get and take.
My tear ducts have run dry, I feel like I should die.
All of this world hates me, they shun me, they gate me.
I'm the opposite of the best, I'm the worst, as everyone says.
Like a knife disecting my heart, my emotions tear me apart.
I'm an idiot, I deserve to die, my tears have yet to dry.