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Disease
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To The Limit PM
I'm not sure how to describe this, but I'll try. It's basically how I see myself as ugly, inside and out, and how my ugliness is like a disease in me.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 244 - Reviews: 12 - Published: 11-06-01 - id: 445748
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I was a fool to think that
Anything in me was beautiful
Cuz all I am is ugly filth
I look to see I'm pitiful
The angels that are by my side
Make me feel even uglier
But there's nothing that I can do
This treacherous feeling's always true

This ugliness consuming my face
This disease infecting my body
I didn't have much to start with
But life is leaving me nothing at all

My past has never defined me
As anything aside from this
Horrendous face in front of me
I guess I'm the only one who's sick
(The only one infected)
The angels have had their wings clipped
They're grounded in this pollution
And there's nothing that I can do
To put them back up in the sky

This innocence stripping all my pride
This beauty I do not possess
I didn't have much to start with
But life has left me nothing at all

And I'm the only one right now
The only one infected
I guess I'm the only one who's sick

My face is covered with these scars
Through all the years, they never fade
And I'm afraid to take a look
At the truth right in front of me
(I make myself diseased)
The angels lost their innocence
In the same way that I lost mine

And I'm the only one who's sick...
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