i hurt so bad and nothing can still the pain no drugs. no drink. nobody can refuse the pain and make it stop i'm dying on the inside and burning on the outside. but if it pleases you i'll die with a fucking smile on my face if thats what you want. im dying for the approval that you will never ever give to me. you have made that quite clear so my brain and heart stops trying so hard for the damn approval i'll never have and then its killed me and ive failed to get the approval and it was no use from the start. you never gave a shit about me but i didnt see it till it was to late. now im just waiting for someone to bring me back to life some one who cares enough to do so....
what do you think this is really about?
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I've noticed that this is old, but I do hope you're feeling better now
Poetically speaking, you could probably go back through this and fix some of the errors you have with spelling and grammar, and you could probably put in some fullstops and such. But you did probably write this in haste and anger, so the mistakes are understandable.
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*gives approval*
there ya go
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wow cheesy
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