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I'm a little piece of shit
And I'm proud of it
People laugh, others ignore
Not caring, I only shut the door
Some think I'm a joke
Some believe my heart's a rock
I leave them behind, looking upward
Then search, until I find my part
The part's a villian, it's incomplete
People gifted that, by the way they treat
Eventually, I turn them down
Coz they ignited my villian into a town
It's all their fault
Hurting my wounds by rubbing salt
It doesn't matter
I'm already shattered
I'm better million
In being the villian
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