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My life is how it is.
I how i wish to be like the others, not as tall or odd. How I wish, to have a shoulder, a shoulder tocry, but thats impossible.... i am the shoulder that they will cry on. there for I forced to be strong, the so high and almighty 'great friend'. My summer break is filled with phonecalls, people have to tell their problems to someone. But why is it me? So i must keep strong, never to release a tear, so they still have someone. I show my pain in ooother ways, sometimes people ask why, ill come back back with scars on my wrists, felling that numbness inside. Oh how i wish, to be someone else, but thats impossible. I store my feeling to benefit others, and thats how ill live for the rest of my life