Self-hatred grows in me like cancer.
I can't locate its whereabouts but its feasting on its host.
Self-fullfilling prophecy, you're the only gaurenteed loyalty.
This hunger grows inside me like a tumor.
The dizziness just compliments this failire of a girl.
I'm settled now, this shell of mine consumes me.
Self-fullfilling prophecy, you're the only one that dare speak the truth about me.
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