i try so hard i really do and no1 cares, not even you you say you do, you say you try but if you do, let me ask why all u seem to do is remind my failures that are far behind it makes me want to throw a fit like i am nothing more than shit i get enough of this all day want to come home and get away but no you will not let it slide you feel that its your job to guide me into my abyss of black you really do have quite a knack prove of it's the cuts on my arm you think its just a false alarm you wait until the day i die yuo probly then wont even cry
Reason for writing:
crap
Birth sign: Cancer
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