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Blurty for Camai.
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| Monday, January 5th, 2004 |
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I hate my life. Its just not going like I had planned. I mean - my sisters act like I'm not even alive, and my Uncle wants everything from me that I have to give - which is nothing. Im getting yelled at left and right and this depression is'nt helping. I only want the pain to go away - far away. The only warmth I can stand, This tiny pool in my hand. Down my arm the crimson rolls, Never thought i'd pay this toll. Hope your happy, Hope your proud, Your the one that placed this shroud. ... by me |
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I think its time for me to talk to make everyone see me walk i hope they all understand that the cuts on my hand they are real and a big deal |
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Blurty for Camai.
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