My own reality in Depression
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Última publicación mié, oct 6, 2010
I'm considered the shy good little girl, who's family expects to get high up in the world, get a great husband and have kids. Little do they know that im screaming on the inside, desperately begging for a way out, with constant thoughts of dark things in my mind.
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You don't get to keep fucking hurting me. I deal with all you bullshit and you expect me to keep a fucking baby because you in jail. Get real Camdyn.
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