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Tuesday, March 17, 2009
her
and now i'm guilt-stricken, sobbing with my head on the floor, i don't know what to do or how to be this, when it's over is it really over and i don't know what's next or if i should get there i cry out in this torment but no one answers i'm always alone like this don't know what to do or who to turn to why did this happen to me why is it always like this these days
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