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I Need To Make Some Change's, This Person I'm Becoming Is Just A Mere Reflection Of The Person I Once Was. Soon Enough People Will Recognise The Fact That I'm A Fake, That All I Want Is Approval. Desperate For Attention, Physical Or Emotional, Becoming That Every Person Hates, Taking Advantage Of Many, Truly Loving The Few. I'm So Angry, Angry All The Time. I Struggle Not To Lose It Sometimes, I Don't Want You To See That. That's Who I Used To Be, But I'm Losing Who I Am, And The Only Thing To Fill That Void Is Me, The Old Me. No One Liked The Old Me, I Was Trouble, Unpredictable, Unreliable, Untrustworthy, Violent. I Can't Go Back To That, Fighting Everyday, Trying To Justify Everything I Did With Lies. I Think It's Her, She Has A Effect On Me, She Aggravates My Very Inner Being, She's Like My Full Moon. I Can't Trust Myself Any More, I Have To End This, But I Don't Know How, The Answer's Are Lost On Me. I'm Scared, The Thought Of The Old Me Scares Me, All My Friends Having To Meet What I Once Was, They Don't Deserve That, I Must End This, But How?
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Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 9:40 AM UTC
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I Need To Make Some Change's, This Person I'm Becoming Is Just A Mere Reflection Of The Person I Once Was. Soon Enough People Will Recognise The Fact That I'm A Fake, That All I Want Is Approval. Desperate For Attention, Physical Or Emotional, Becoming That Every Person Hates, Taking Advantage Of Many, Truly Loving The Few. I'm So Angry, Angry All The Time. I Struggle Not To Lose It Sometimes, I Don't Want You To See That. That's Who I Used To Be, But I'm Losing Who I Am, And The Only Thing To Fill That Void Is Me, The Old Me. No One Liked The Old Me, I Was Trouble, Unpredictable, Unreliable, Untrustworthy, Violent. I Can't Go Back To That, Fighting Everyday, Trying To Justify Everything I Did With Lies. I Think It's Her, She Has A Effect On Me, She Aggravates My Very Inner Being, She's Like My Full Moon. I Can't Trust Myself Any More, I Have To End This, But I Don't Know How, The Answer's Are Lost On Me. I'm Scared, The Thought Of The Old Me Scares Me, All My Friends Having To Meet What I Once Was, They Don't Deserve That, I Must End This, But How?
daniel-luke-nelson
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Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 9:40 AM UTC
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