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They Don't Get It Do They

by taylor-lynn57

I'm fucking losing it, its tearing me apart, day by day, piece by piece, im drifting into the dark. But they don't get it do they? Oh no not a single bit! I'm silently deranged, from the quiet little nice girl, thats somehow gone insane! Oh but they don't get it do they? How words like poison work? Or how about the knife, that gets shoved right through my heart. But they don't get it do they? How this game fucking works, this game called life, how it's so sadly become warped. But what they don't really get, even if its sad to say, is that a simple word, action, look, can cause someone so much hurt
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May 10, 2015
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#life#pain#insane
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