No one ever really acknowledges me. No one acknowledges my jokes. No one acknowledges my efforts. No one acknowledges my progress. No one acknowledges my hard work. No one acknowledges my words. No one acknowledges me.
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Maybe I'm just not meant to be acknowledged.
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Maybe I'm not meant to even be here...
Written; Monday, June 24, 2019
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Cuts And Bruises
Ngẫu nhiênVenting. Venting venting venting. Trigger. Hecka. Warning.
