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Jul 2014
tears were streaming down my face, my mother told me that i sounded sad and i told her that i'm okay but i am far from it
her voice made me cry,
my situation made me cry i wished that i was dead,
these people believing that i'm never going to be good made me cry

i cried until i ran out of tears
i'm never going to be good. never.
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