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My Final Escape

Im useless they say Im pathetic they say Im not worth the dirt they walk on they say Im tired of the abuse so Im forming a plan Im tired of feeling worthless so Im thinking ahead Im going to escape one way or another Im finally going to leave... Im useless they say Im pathetic they say Im not worth the dirt they walk on they say Im choosing the perfect night of escape Im choosing the night when they first created me Im wondering if they will ever stop to think Im wondering if they will ever miss me... Im useless they say Im pathetic they say Im not worth the dirt they walk on they say Im preparing the final final hour Im forming the medicines now Im not even afraid of the darkness Im not even wearing a frown... Im useless they say Im pathetic they say Im not worth the dirt they walk on they say

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