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My mind is perverted
My heart is lonely
My skin is flawed
My eyes are cold
My warmth is over whelming
My nails are sharp
I'm cruel and hidden
The closest you'll ever get is too close
My clothes are lazy
My grades are low
My truths are bullshit
I couldn't help a fly
My poetry is obvious and repetitive
And your better then me
I wish I could tell you to go
But that would hurt you more
Then I would ever want to see
Why do you have to love me?