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"Maybe I would." by leluna

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It's not what you can give me, It's what I want.
I'm tired of being selfless, I'm the vessel for others pain.
I want to be careless, less self-loathing and more vain.

I no longer feel my personality.
God help me if you can remember who I am.

It's not what you can give me, It's what I want.
I feel like I am drowning in a pool of blood.
Can't get it off me, bleach me- leach me- just release me.
Does anyone dare to re-ignite me; re-inflate me; re-invent me;?
Will anyone love me?
Maybe... I would still hate me.



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