everyday i look at myself and wonder why am i alive why dont i kill myself now... there are those who hait me and they cut me down to the point where i bleed from every pore in my body...
but then theres the people i thrive to see to even here ar read the next morning good mornings and how you doings which make me live to the next day they are the ones who will get mad at me and next minute forgive they are the people i can call friends..........
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