2003-02-07 - 3:00 p.m. -
Some people wish they were never born, I merely wish I were born of someone else.
Screaming until I'm hoarse. Crying until dry. Hurting until my head aches. Just tell me you love me one more time and I'll prove I always hated you. And people wonder why I constantly feel I'm not good enough. And people wonder why I don't have high opinions of people and the way they act and feel toward me. People wonder why I live in fear. I'm still afraid.
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