| Written: 9:47 PM August 12, 2004 I hate you for all the things you say, unknowningly hurting my- self, and everything inside of me. You think you could fix it but I doubt that you could; Your hands shake, worn with age. Damn you for ever making me think I was no one, as now I know the truth, and sad to say it You were right. |
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