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Excuses
You say I'm too angry about my abusive mom. That's why we're not together yet we're meant to be together.
My mind won't compute. Because all it knows are the excuses as to why I cannot be loved.
Too exhausted for the excuses. Rather be alone.
It seems that people are impossible to please.
Not my fault that by default I'm the monster who society wants to get rid of.
Okay, get rid of me.
Your excuses are unbearable anyway.
My mind won't compute. Because all it knows are the excuses as to why I cannot be loved.
Too exhausted for the excuses. Rather be alone.
It seems that people are impossible to please.
Not my fault that by default I'm the monster who society wants to get rid of.
Okay, get rid of me.
Your excuses are unbearable anyway.
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