Sadness
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This is how I feel about my life and the way I am and the way I treat other people I got a serious problem it's like a drug u can't stop u keep on going then eventually I die that how it goes im not sure what's going to happen to me in the future I have 2 thoughts 1 I'm playing in the nba 2 on the streets begging people may I have a penny just my family telling I'm going to make it don't worry ur going to do go in school trust us. I'm just crying everyday of my life saying who am I what am I just repeating over over again people are saying to me u have no idea what I'm going through but here's the funny thing I do. When I was at the age 5 I slipped and fell on the this ladder I couldn't breathe for 10 sec crying thinking of stuff I never seen which no one should see. I'm not like everybody else I got bad things in my record I act like whole other person everywhere I go I can't take no more I should just shut up and listen see what's going with me.
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