Ugly truth

Nothing that helps, Nothing can cure. That thing in my chest - Pain very pure. You can despite, You can laugh. I know I am right, when I barf… I’m barfing this life out, I can't stand this pain anymore. I let out my last shout, Dividing terrible after, and happy before. No beauty in such an action. And there is no grace. Look at leftover fraction: Rip off all covering lace! Am I that disgusting? Why’re you avoiding my eyes? I am a threat to your con everlasting, Because I know, that everyone lies…
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