Worthless in I am I Said.

Revised: 06/02/2016 12:30 a.m.

  • April 27, 2016, 4 a.m.
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Can you tell me exactly
How worthless I am?
From the puddle of acid
And food
Laying in my bulging stomach
That wants me to so badly puke it up,
To the drops of salt
Running down from
My swollen rose eyes
To my chapped bit lips,
To my empty heart
That you have shoveled out
With your harsh words
And anger full of honesty;
Tell me again,
How worthless I am.
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Last updated June 02, 2016


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