When you look at me, what do you see?
A pitiful little girl? A strong person? A repulsive creature?
Tell me then, Who am i? Tell me that and then if i feel ok, i will speak
but until then if not i will stay down here, in my hole.
No one will make me come up and talk.
My wedding will be private if there is one and my funeral wont be
because i cant and couldnt and wouldnt and wont die
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