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Submitted:Feb 9, 2012 Reads: 4 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
Why do they try to get to know me?
Who would have thought that they care?
All they care about is themselves...
Everytime I talk to them about my problems, they throw it to their problems
They just can't contribute to the pain I live with.
I just want someone to talk to and let someone in...
No ones around...
Hurtful sting in my eyes
Wait, I can't let someone in...Not after what happened the last time I did.
I got hurt.
Thats when it all started.
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Other writing by kitteh saphira (just a rough sketch) i am a weed please dont look you child no ones around i have mask
Poem, Life, Death, Pain, Sad, Non-fiction, Poetry, Hurt, Dedication, Hate, Sadness, Fear, Depression, Peace, You, Fiction, Friends, Suicide, Political, Truth, World, Past