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I walk around taking in how disgusting this world is...

People walking around embracing each other in loving looks,

Heh fools, They'll only end up crying, broken by the other person...

They see me, alone detesting this world and they think I'm the weird one..

When they see my scars they give me looks,

But like they don't have scars,
Sure others can't see them,
But at least I don't hide mine