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by Stephanie Aug 22, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
When I am all that matters And I can't look past me When I block my view And I am all I see I find myself blind And wonder where everyone is I get sick of looking at me Because when I look at myself I am forced to see Everything in me Every flaw And cut And bruise And I realize I don’t really like me And if I am all that matters Then nothing matters at all