i sit on my bed wishing for death or love whating to sea witch one comes first. when i get my love its hard to deal. i dont hear here words or see her lips. all i get is her letters on the screen. its hard not to get attached when love is attached and worn on my sleeve for the world to see. its hard whean all the girls love you but never fall in love with you. the sickining sound of my heart beating. it disusts me for it reminds me that im still alive and i still feel. so wont some one bring me my death or my love what ever comes first.
this is my life.
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