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| But I can see you looking at me People Mirror. I can see your thoughts in your eyes. And the strength drains out the bottom of me. Runs out of my toes. I become Jell-O. But can I tell you something? Fuck you! Fuck your pity thoughts and your mirror eyes. Are you listening to me? I am serious here. Let me tell you something. I don't look how you feel. So get over it. |
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