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Jun 2015
I don't know why I do this to myself
Get myself so worked up that I can't function

I don't know why I do this to myself
Get so bent out of shape that I can't think straight

I don't know why I do this to myself
Get so attached to things that I know will never stay

I don't know why I'm here
When I can't even do anything right
I wrote this last October at 1 in the morning. These weren't good times for me
Naaliah Green
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Naaliah Green  25/F/NC
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