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| Life sucks and so do you. Yes you. Don't question my statement. Are you not one of the many who sit back and watch me suffer, leaving me alone, ignoring me, instead of asking wahts wrong? Instead of comfort, you hassle me about grades. Some parent you are. Look away as I wallow in my pain and lack of self-worth. I get neglected and you never call me back. What kind of friend are you to not question whats wrong? No. You just give me your "look" and expect me to spill everything to you whenever somethings wrong with me. I'll hand you a note then leave. Yes, I'm sure you can pretend. Apoligize, tehn promise to mend. But would that really dull the pain? To promise it will never be the same? I've gone too far. Or is it you who has gone too far? No more broken promises. No more pretending its all fine. It's not. I've been broken beyond repair. No instead of looking and seeing me anywhere, wil my crimson blood be spilt everywhere? It's on your hands. |
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