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Jan 2014
My mind is tired of all the stupid things people think I care about.
My mind is lost because of the pointless problems I stress over.
My mind hurts me by thinking of girl that refuses to even look at.
My mind tells me to do it, to pull the trigger of that 32. Revolver and just let the problems of my mind ooze out.
My mind weighs the options everyday and I find myself lost because I want to die but a part of me stil thinks that she cares.
But I know nothing matters anymore.
The girl I love passes me by and looks away in disgust.
My Father talks to me like I'm some kind of prince, But in reality I'm just a useless stoner.
My Mother hates me for trying to protect her.
She says that she never wants to ******* see me again
My Brother is sewing the sseeds of evil and is throwing his entire life away.
My mind doesn’t care about anyone, not even me.
My mind just keeps telling me death is the only way out, and I want out **NOW
Francisco Ortiz
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Francisco Ortiz  Long Beach, California
(Long Beach, California)   
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