You said that another will come just like one has for you, I say there will be no other and dead air becomes known inside my head, Then the jealousy and hatered for him began. Everbody became conserned but actually talked behind my back at what a loser I was . I beleive one person said I became sycotic I think that was her best friend little did they know I was writing this some people just don't know how to stop.
Reason for writing:
Life sucks
Birth sign: Pisces
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