Why can't anything ever just be what it is? I don't sleep like I should. My stomach isn't exactly right. I'm never exactly on time. No matter how hard I try I always offend SOMEONE. I am the one by myself at the end of the day. I love and I hate but in the end I just hate. I say I'm someone I'm not. I wish but what does wishing get us when we never
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The end.
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