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I've been a bitch for Thirteen years.

It’s been thirteen years since that day A cold beginning to that bitch called life It started a trend of pity and guilt Of laziness and no direction Close to death and never knew it Barely breathing Barely hanging by a tread The shadow man by the door Thirteen years I have wondered Why me and not them Why was I spared? What is the reason? I was giving so much Yet I chose this life Filled with nothing to show I gave it up without a thought Now where do I go? What do I do now? How do I live now? Can I change what I have done? These thirteen years have gone so quickly How do I know what to do? Will he show me? Or will he take it away? The shadow man only knows If there is thirteen more to come
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james-hutchinson
29 / M / American
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Jan 9, 2014
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