The death toll is now eleven and I honestly can't feel a thing. I feel like I'm shutting down again, it's becoming a familiar feeling. But now I know better than to tell anybody. They use the information about you against you and pick you apart meticulously. Tear at every wound you already have. Then have the audacity to just talk shit and laugh. So fine, okay, just leave me in tears. Go on right ahead, you just confirmed my greatest fears. That everyone just leaves, at the drop of hat. With no explanation, so I guess that's just the end of that.
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My Side of the Story Vol. I
ŞiirInspired by Eminem and Celia Martinez This is my story.
