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Why is everyone so bent on avoiding me?
Do I not breathe the same air?
Do I not need the same things?
Am I dangerous? Or diseased?
Do I spit venom when I sneeze?
Am I some useless stray?
Or some evil creature kept at bay?
I’m dying to hear some one say, I will be okay.
But they won’t. No one will.
Because I’m not, I just kill,
Every moment, good or bad,
Does no one care that I am sad?
No, I guess not.
Would some one care if I would die?
I guess not, so good bye.





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jcampgirl said...
Mar. 28, 2011 at 8:34 pm
hay things get beter iv been in tuff times like this but thare is always a light at the end of the tunnel even if its only one single glint of lite
 
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