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Dude, you know I was raped, right? No, I won’t go getting my hopes up in this life. Hell, I don’t even like to show my face. I want to rip it off and then have it sloppily replaced. Like inexpensive fabric, I wish to tear myself apart. All those bitches have fucked with my shattered heart. On top of all that, I’m mentally digressing. On the third of December, I am going to go chat it up with a psychologist. I have occupational therapy with Emily every other week! Yes, I am getting so personal here; I have a sensory disorder. Also, I believe that my flow and writing kind of suck. I don’t know if I am rhyming, or if I am just giving a crappy recital to myself. Okay, it’s quite obvious that I am hopelessly depressed. Well, to this girl here it is at least. To anybody else, I have these elegant walls constructed. I have built the ultimate castle of sorrow. Some dragon is waiting to destroy this tower I am locked up in. The oversized reptile could throw me in the crazy bin. I have grown accustomed to my obsessive ways. Many tasks are done in intervals of five. I think my teachers consider that to be weird, maybe? I have had OCD since I was a baby! Nothing I do is ever enough. I feel so awfully pretentious with all this poetry stuff. I called the suicide prevention hotline on 9/11/14. Why did I think that the guy on the line would care about me? I then went back to high school and smiled like nothing happened, geez. I aced all my core class tests. I was simply told to try my very best. What they all don’t know: I am a disguised cheat. I have filled out so many damn college applications. I feel that my ACT score and GPA define me. If I don’t succeed in school, I will never succeed in life. I’m ranked in the top of my class; however, those five letters have left their mental scars. I feel like I am going to be a college dropout even with all my polluted gold stars. But yeah, my English teacher said that I could be legendary. I am now rambling to some false prophets. If God doesn't believe in me, why should I believe in him? Why should I believe in anybody? Why should I believe in myself? God is really just my incompetent shrink. I tell him my problems, and like everybody else, he does nothing to comfort me.
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