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by Rachel Dec 16, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Whats the point in me being here. If i cant touch you, love you, be with you.. Whats the point in me being here. If i cant hear you see you, be near you. Now im breathing for no reason. You were what kept me alive. N now your gone im finding it hard. Life has become such a strive.