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Jul 2012
and they wonder why I'm crazy,
someone just ******* **** me,
I'd be better off dead anyway,

another fight,
more words to hit me like knives,
carving away the rest of my pride,
tell me I'm not worth it,
ask me why i'm like this,
please, do it again,

you should know i'm like this because of you,
ever single little thing you do,
pushes me further toward the edge,
and the moment I fall,
will be the death of us both,
just so you know,
a few more insults to go,
I belong in a ******* jacket,
because of what you've made me become,

and oh whats that you say,
anyone who cuts is insane?
well *****, you made me this way,
dealing with your ****,
finally did it,
it drove me crazy,
call me insane, go on,
all you're doing is wasting your breath,
but go on, keep talking,
maybe you'll waste it all,
and finally drop dead.
******* grandma.
Johnnie Rae
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Johnnie Rae  25/F/New Jersey
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