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Bad things happen to the people you love and you find yourself praying up to heaven above. But honestly I've never had much sympathy. Cause those bad things, I always saw them running for me.
This shit remind me of the time when I saw my mom pass away of fucking cancer when I was 11 I hate cancer. I can't. All my dreams revolve around her. If my dad had left me I'd have nothing to live for.
I want to kill myself.
I want to kill myself.
I want to kill myself.
I want to kill myself.
I want to kill myself.
I want to kill myself.
I want to kill myself.
I want to kill myself.
I want to kill myself.
I want to kill myself.
I want to kill myself.
I want to kill myself.
I want to kill myself.
I want to kill myself.
I want to kill myself.
I want to kill myself.
I want to kill myself.