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He fakes apologies
He picks up fights
He feels alone
He sweats all night
He’s born on december
The fuck is a gender?
His favorite day
Is the second of november
He can’t stand his friends
And his needy ass
He loves no one
Not even himself
He’s skinny and pale
He chases despair
He cries over
His shaky hands
Now i’m tired
And i don’t care
So many people
Have suffered
More than i have
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