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Apr 2014
There isn't a point to anything anymore.
Lately I've found myself spending my days crying my heart out
And blaming myself for everything that has been happening.
I've been thinking that I'm a horrible person,
And that I do not deserve the luxuries of/that is life.

I wish someone would tell me differently.
Amanda Michaels
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