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I'm the one who always got in trouble
I'm the one who didn't get the good grades
I'm the one who got the small room
What if you change
the way your life began
the way it would end
Change your past and future?
What if you could change
I reach for hope
When there's nothing left
Even when I'm drowning
In my own pit of Darkness and Pain
I gotta keep moving but there’s some things I needa get off my chest…
My dad will always be my dad
When I was young he would always comfort me whenever I was sad
I was and forever will be daddy’s little girl
I sit sit empty and alone over come with so many mixed emotions claspering for an explanation like Im on the edge of a cliff and about to fall
Is it just me? I look in the mirror but all I see is confusion,amberassment,and me.Do you feel the way I feel or is itr just me? I want to feel normal.
The Pain Has Gained Again'.
My Heart Is Cracked.
My Throat Feel's Like I
Swollen A Golf Ball.
I’ve got an ambitious roommate. Coffee, schoolwork, shop, booze, ingredients for hearty evenings. Nights when she sneaks in late, an immediate collapse into bed with the knowledge of a full day’s productivity, I feel envy, as I’ve laid in bed for five hours, waiting for the night to pass on. Weight sunken mattress is
something I fear.
Night after night, Internal fights
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