Scare tactics won't work with me.
I don't care if I die, just you see.
For all I care you could threaten me with a knife.
But let's faces it, I'm another one life.
I'd rather you kill me than another living being.
If only you could realise what I was seeing.
You're just twisted desperate and petty inside.
And this is why you choose too hide.
Behind that mask so you can steal,
I hope that it's happiness you feel.
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
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