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The Monster in your head

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slipcast-chrysalism

Published: Aug 29, 2011

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I can do this [you know you can't]
I'm not a loser [who are you kidding]
I'm not weak [come on, you practically cry yourself to sleep]
I'll make it through [yea because you have no other choice]
They like me [like you? You don't even like yourself]
I will not cry again [then why are your eyes all red?]
I'm beautiful [then why don't you look at yourself in the mirror]
I will not let them push me down [you know you can't stand up for yourself]
I'm me [then why do you fake yourself to be popular]
STOP IT [stop what? I'm just telling what you don't want to see! Stop fooling yourself, you're a loser and you'll always be]

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I don't know what to say or even if the title goes with it.

Well, the lines without the brackets are by a girl who is talking to herself and the lines in the brackets are replies by a voice inside her head which she hates.

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dracoholic13

Apr 10, 2012

This is really good

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