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Sick, Sad World
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When I'm upset
I cut cut cut.
I spot images and I cut them.
I've got scissorhands.
It's an impulsion,
it's an obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Then I stick them onto paper.
I like the feeling of notebooks,
I love the smell of glue.
Don't judge me.
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