I think of our past and I smile and but i get sad because of the pain I had to dill with it kills me knowing you want to trying it again but i cant dill with all the pain all the crying I'm trying to stay storing but its so hard yes i miss it all but if i get hurt like be for it will kill me its so hard to stay storing all the time I'm sick of it all i just want to give it all up and show the pain in side
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PoetryThis is wear i put what i am going throw and what is on my mind so please be nice and PIZ VOTE
