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My pain is more abstract...na, na, na, na and greater than yours. My tears are more nuanced...na, na, na, na and deeper than yours. So, pity me. Harder, pity me. Faster, pity ME. My story's an epic...na, na, na, na, Forget telling yours. You can try, but your stock strife won't win my Depression Contest. My parents were absent...na, na, na, na and meaner than yours. The damage was glamourous...na, na, na, na and SOOO more than yours. That's why I'm this...why I can't do that...why I'm just not...THIS. My reasons are precious...na, na, na, na. and better than yours. You can try. You can cut and slice. It's skin deep in my Depression Contest. I win. I win. I win. I win. I win. I win. I win. I win. I lose. I lose. I lose. I lose. My pain is my handshake...na, na, na, na. It's firmer than yours. My tears are my make-up...na, na, na, na. It sparkles and charms. I'm such a freak...such a little freak...such a little... My story's my mantra...na, na, na, na. It cradles and arms. You can try You can crocodile cry. But, it's the time of my life... Depression Contest. |
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