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Feb 2014
I don't think that they know how crazy I really am, how sad I really am, how permanent my loneliness is, how dead I feel I am to them. How little, I feel, I belong and how long this has been going on. I create these problems in my head and eventually I wish I were dead. No silence, no peace. Never for me. The cycle just continuously repeats.  
*k.d.
Sad Girl
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Sad Girl  28/American
(28/American)   
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