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As I lay in bed. Head on my pillow Eyes our closed. I lay here and think is this really What I want to do with my life? Is there anything else I want to be? Is this the real me? Can't I be better? I hurt everyone I love. Everyone I love either dies or walks out. I grew up with out a father and I barley had a mother. Times like these are the hardest times. Please help me. I am dying inside.
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Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 9:34 AM UTC
Dying inside.
As I lay in bed. Head on my pillow Eyes our closed. I lay here and think is this really What I want to do with my life? Is there anything else I want to be? Is this the real me? Can't I be better? I hurt everyone I love. Everyone I love either dies or walks out. I grew up with out a father and I barley had a mother. Times like these are the hardest times. Please help me. I am dying inside.
desiree-jackson
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Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 9:34 AM UTC
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