Why?
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Last published Tue, Sep 15, 2015
Why did this happen to me?I don't remember doing or saying anything bad or disrespectful.Why are people so reckless and cruel?They never think about the pain that they cause.I'm not saying that I'm any better but they probably never felt the hole in their chest,the lump in their throat,and the undeniable feeling to just end it all or even shout to the world with all you might,from deep in your lungs.Why can't they feel this feeling?It only happens to people who don't deserve pain.Who deserve love,admiration,care....
Just why?
People don't deserve it.
I don't deserve it.
That's what I thought.
(Violence,and inappropriate language.WARNING)(this is also really depressing)
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