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You look me over; up and down.
Accusing words in your eyes,
Who are you to criticize?
My tattered jeans, black t-shirts and hair,
To judge me on that alone just isn't fair.
There’s more to me than meets the eye.
If only you knew what I feel inside.
Living with this disease that consumes my life,
You really have no idea what it's like.
Every moment filled with fear.
I don't even know if I'll be here
Tomorrow, it's a new day they say.
But it doesn't matter anymore, I'm stuck in this cycle but hey...





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