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Nov 2012
Failure*,
Messed up in the head,
Another statistic.
I slit my skin because of you,
But it didn't make you happy.
I tried my hardest,
But all you saw was a failure.
I tried to please you,
And you'd play the blame game.
I can't tell you,
How many times I've cried.
All you'll do,
All you'll do is blame her.
She did nothing,
She didn't make me go insane.

She saw my downfall.
She saw me go into that pit.
I am throwing in my towel,
I am giving up.
I am done.
Kendra Hall
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Kendra Hall  Places
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