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Feb 2019
Why do I have to go through this?
Why can't my life just be full of bliss?
These questions go through my head everyday.

I just want to break away,
Break away from my life,
I'm sick of being the one who always has to pay the price.

Right now I don't even if I'm a person because I feel more like a toxin, A killer, A mistake ... All I do ache.
So just in case I get hurt again maybe I just should become plastic fake.
Written in 2013
Eryca
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Eryca  21/F/Kansas City
(21/F/Kansas City)   
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