It Stole My Life
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Why am I not normal? Why dose everyone hate me? Well I guess everyone except my boyfriend and my dad. Still I feel so alone, and scared. It stole my life, and I can't get it back. I feel all alone I want to see mom and I will see her soon join her and be happy.
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I feel like nobody loves me. It seems like everyone is out to get me. Sometimes I want to just kill my self. I have 2 fucked up parents. My favorite brother died. I be samned if I let another loved one leave my life. But I know that.....I have to stay alive and defeat the other side. Get my daughter back. I just want my regular life back.....and I'm gonna get it back😈.
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