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by Amanda   Jul 7, 2005


I sit up at night
and wonder why
I do what I do
Becuase everything that
I do I do it wrong.
Nver do anything right.
How do I fix it?
If i hurt you
Iam Sorry.
I never meant to hurt you.
You are the only one I can
turn to for help
No one else will ever help.

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