It's out, finally out.
It's crap, perfect shit.
I feel fucked up.
You know what? I'm fine.
I'll do it all fucking by myself,
I don't care even if I crawl up like a bloody ball and roll myself to the corner,
I don't give a fuck if I have to continue crying alone.
I'm fine. I'll stand up alone.
Always have,
always will.
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