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He looked at me and said "trash" He looked at me and said "whore" She looked at me and said "empty" Told me I was hollow, reaching for something.. Anything to hold onto Now, what I want is enough to tie you down and make you feel dead inside like I do All I need is a little pin or maybe some broken glass To cut and scar you up to make you feel ugly like I do All I crave is to lace you up in my boots Then cement your feet to the ground If you try to walk like me I guarantee, the first try you will fall down

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