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Sometimes I worry

Maybe I'm too blank

I feel nothing

I cause pain and love it

But yet I feel so much

Like pain

But the only joy I get is from causing pain

So what right do I have

To go on and on about my troubles

When I've caused so much hurting

And I have the reputation of the heartless beast

The girl who'd kill before being nice to someone

So what right do I have to be sad

And play the victim

When in reality I'm the criminal

I can't stand it sometimes

Sometimes I worry

Why do I do what I do?

I don't know

And that's what worries me

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