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Everything and Nothing
Don't tell me I'm worth it,
I don't believe you.
Don't tell me I'm sane,
When I know that's true.
Who am I kidding,
I'm about as sane as Poe
I might be confused and hate myself,
that is one thing I know.
Sicken myself,
While I bask in the concern of others,
Attention whore she calls me,
Best knows the mother.
Live off music,
Write vulgarity.
Purse my lips in the mirror,
Spend my day in the vanity.
I write for a living you say?
I'd write to go to Hell.
I'm beautiful and talented you say,
when God knows I know well.
I am me- how do you know me?
All the things I've done.
Who am I, you ask?
Well, I am everyone and no one.
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