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thoughts
my thoughts are scrambled, my pain is high, where shall i go? im not welcome anywhere im a fugutive, a crook my own family hates me, what shall i do?i cant get a job,i cant get help, i cant live and i strive for greatness but only achieve dissapointmenti feel like a mountain getting batterd bye storms to no end. till the day i dye
Published 29th Jun 2011
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16th Nov 2012 3:55pm
Bared yourself, so you have the strength to move on. It's been awhile since you posted this, hope things are better.
