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Wednesday, April 18, 2012
 
We've come so far only to get nowhere.

You see nothing in me but rage and hate.
As if my only purpose in life was to hurt and embarras you.

I have nothing left, no hope.

You have dried me up.

I wish so hard that you could have held my hand a bit tighter and spoken highly of me..
or just spoken good things about me, to me just a bit more.

My heart begs for it.

I'm dying and you don't even understand.

I think my heart's is giving up.

When can I have my peace?




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