June 14, 2010
By alley2cute SILVER, Lombard, Illinois
alley2cute SILVER, Lombard, Illinois
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Confused of what to do, full of thoughts of you, but dont worry, they arent pleasent, but horrid, you found my heart and tore it, into little pieces, you watch me here, with that stare, like im ment to stay, and you dont care, while i slowly die, but just inside, love is a strong word, thats used when people care for one another, but all we have is hatrid, for each other, and a fist raised for war, in this horror of hell

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when my mother put me in a mental home

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