The poor girl

I'm a poor girl with no smile for world. I can see the good, the bad, and the between. No one ever relates to me. It makes me sad. No one understands my underground attraction. Underground music--not underground world, with the exception of magical lands. I just hate myself. I hate everything--everyone. I can't take this anymore. I'm like a clam. I'm almost always closed.

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