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all my life i recall feeling, not hearing feeling this voice say i wasn't meant to be here feeling this voice say you won't make it past 18 feeling this voice say you're not worth much september seasons change, leaves fall i knew i wasn't worth anything tossed away like a filthy rag ravaged like a slaughtered pig i knew. only to hear in familiar voices the same only to see in familiar faces the disgust of my presence how i ached to strip the skin that held each ***** in its place how i lusted after the obliteration of my being how i desired for someone to take this life that wasn't worth living may flowers bloom and i wilted i cried in the wake of my 18th birthday for many years i prayed that life would cut my breath short in my sleep i was not meant to be here i wanted to die i wished and prayed someone would ****** me **** me stop this heart from beating because my body and soul ached with every heartbeat how could a heart continue beating after being shattered? how could a heart pound underneath my chest after such circumstances? life isn't kind life isn't fair he is gone and i am here your smile lit up even the darkest of places why am i here? this isn't my life to live i always knew.
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Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
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all my life i recall feeling, not hearing feeling this voice say i wasn't meant to be here feeling this voice say you won't make it past 18 feeling this voice say you're not worth much september seasons change, leaves fall i knew i wasn't worth anything tossed away like a filthy rag ravaged like a slaughtered pig i knew. only to hear in familiar voices the same only to see in familiar faces the disgust of my presence how i ached to strip the skin that held each ***** in its place how i lusted after the obliteration of my being how i desired for someone to take this life that wasn't worth living may flowers bloom and i wilted i cried in the wake of my 18th birthday for many years i prayed that life would cut my breath short in my sleep i was not meant to be here i wanted to die i wished and prayed someone would ****** me **** me stop this heart from beating because my body and soul ached with every heartbeat how could a heart continue beating after being shattered? how could a heart pound underneath my chest after such circumstances? life isn't kind life isn't fair he is gone and i am here your smile lit up even the darkest of places why am i here? this isn't my life to live i always knew.
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Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
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