Taking each step
it's touching me
breaking me
making me
hate me
hating every bodypart
dont want to see myself
look away from my reflection
if I peek
I'll break

At last I've found the currage
to search for myself in the mirror
But once I'm found
I break break down, oh, the horror
how could I let this happen?
it's never the right time for anything
but I didnt want to feel the bomb now!

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sex is an emotion in motion