Out on the bathroom floor

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As I sit on the bathroom floor,
The tears come spilling down,
They won't stop.

I see my reflection crystal clear,
I am not worthy of love,
I am not good enough,
I am everything bad.
It is not a difficult riddle. 

You're out having fun,
I'm out too..
I'll be out soon,
I feel numb.

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