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the unanswered phone calls and the fake smiles remind me why i don't deserve to live i cant be loved by a single soul lonely or fulfilled i'm a leftover a nuisance a waste it's a miracle if someone simply acknowledges me i know no one will care when they wake up the next morning and i'm gone
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
why aren't i dead yet
the unanswered phone calls and the fake smiles remind me why i don't deserve to live i cant be loved by a single soul lonely or fulfilled i'm a leftover a nuisance a waste it's a miracle if someone simply acknowledges me i know no one will care when they wake up the next morning and i'm gone
almost giving up
kalacali
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
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