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by cindyme

Cluttered, overwhelmed, what is left but total despair? Try not to blow things out of proportion... but nothing is being blown. This is the harsh reality. Stoop down to my level. Try grasping the amount of pain in my being. For once, take into consideration my emotions. I'm done trying to make the best of things. Even then it did not turn out being enough. Now is it clear how much I tried before? Even when it was said that no effort was given? Now i'm not pleasing you or anyone else and that, that is beginning to show its true colors.
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cindyme
23 / F / Guatemalan
For You?
Written by
cindyme
23 / F / Guatemalan
Published
Nov 25, 2012
Time
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2011

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