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My Reality

I swear, I am my own worst enemy, my biggest critic, my number one killer I don’t know what’s happened to me as I used to be optimistic and happy I never used to be this way They say people change but I forgot myself was included and now I’m watching as everything I used to be is slowly diluted away When does life go on? When do I snap out of it? I’m tired of this depressing fit I’m holding on to what I can’t have I’m still loving strong the girl I can’t have I’m a mess I’m so messed up I’m under stress I’m so stressed out I need her but she doesn’t need me It’s a cruel world that I call my reality

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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