They cast me up,
A soulless thing
They called me creep
And liar liar
I cut my rings
Of baby hair
To hunt them down
Beware beware
See? They said
There’s nothing there
Your scabby soul
Threadbare, threadbare
And slow it dawned
Like thickest night
That maybe they
Were right right.
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this one is my favourite. very eloquent.
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