It's like a never-ending cycle of destruction I hate me, then I love me I'm pretty, yet so ugly I cry when I'm happy I cry because I'm sad I'm confused in my head But sometimes it all makes sense I often question my existence and look for a reason I seek for something i can not find with each passing season I think I can achieve things I'll never try Its like I'm not living Cause I'm so afraid to dieBirth sign: Cancer
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