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Why must there be a barren feeling within my heart? I hardly have enough time to think about my passions, let along live them. Why am I doing the things I do when they don't make me happy? Living life a certain way because thats what others tell me I should do. My family would be heart broken. For I am the beacon of hope. Living my life for them. On the inside I am broke. I cannot write how I used to...
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
How I Used To .....
Why must there be a barren feeling within my heart? I hardly have enough time to think about my passions, let along live them. Why am I doing the things I do when they don't make me happy? Living life a certain way because thats what others tell me I should do. My family would be heart broken. For I am the beacon of hope. Living my life for them. On the inside I am broke. I cannot write how I used to...
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
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