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I Hate Me

I bash myself 'Till I am sore. 'Till I don't want 'a be me no more. I insult myself Until I cry. It makes me sad. I want to die. I'm so confused, I don't know why. That also makes me sad and cry. When I awake, I want to get up, But then I find It's just too tough. Someone help me, Help me PLEASE. I only need a hand to squeeze! ~Written in 2001, when I was twelve~

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