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Sometimes

Growing up loney unhappy unloved with too much anger on your chest, with no one to wipe your tears, no shaulder to cry on. you know sometimes you feel like the world has turn it back on you. in some days you wish you were never born, but because you are already born you have to live and fight. Fight for your life alone fight for what belongs to you alone. wait... Do you have something that belong to you? did somebody left anything for you? NO! not even a cent, your parents passed before they did nothing to the world, The only thing they did best was alcohol and theift. I guess that life sometimes

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