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When I feel like this
I fold myself up as small as I can,
I bang my fists against my skull like a tattoo, reminding me that I will always be like this; fragile, useless, a frustrated clichè, broken. 

I need somebody to unfold me. When I feel like this I fold myself up as small as I can, I bang my fists against my skull like a tattoo, reminding me that I will always be like this; fragile, useless, a frustrated clichè, broken. I need somebody to unfold me.
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