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I was strong when I had no friends

I was strong despite their cruel words

I was strong tho they always made me cry

I was stronger than they ever could have guess

Back then I was stronger

Even tho totally alone, I was happy

Their evil intentions hardly phased me

But now i'm simply pathetic

A weak lil black-coated, premature kitten

Now that I have friends, I am weak

Now that I hear kind words, I am weak

Now even tho I can no longer shed any tears, I am weak

Now that I am depressed and suicidal, I'm so phucking weak

I was full of hope, dreams, and aspirations

Now i have none of these, nor do I care

I am nothing, jus an empty shell of my old self

Good bye to the old me

Good bye to the new me

Good bye to everything