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your day is not done until you make it hell for me, isn't it.
i try to be nice.
i try to be reasonable.
seriously, go fuck yourself.
i literally don't give a rat's ass what you think.
i hate you.
it kills me.
what you're doing.
i have been withstanding it all my life.
god, pls take my soul.
i know this sounds so gay.
but try walking in my shoes.
i'm not asking for your sympathy,
i just want you to understand me.
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i just want to lead a normal life,
i want to have a normal family.
i want to have a normal life.
is that so hard to ask.
really?
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there is this big, empty hole where my heart used to be.
and no, i'm not talking about a girl.
i want to feel wanted.
i want to feel cared for.
i want to feel that i'm needed.
i'm just repeating myself, i know.
but i don't care.
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i see my friends who are close to their parents and i feel like crying.
i hear their parents tell their children they love them and i feel jealous like hell.
i don't care what you say.
i just want to know how it feels like.
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see you soon, blogger.
i love you.

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