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by Hayley Aug 25, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I won’t have to cut myself, someday I won’t drink myself to sleep, one day. I’ll find someone who loves me someday. Life might be perfect, one day. I won’t have to let the person I love go, someday. I won’t have to fake smiles, one day. Pot won’t have to give me happiness, someday. I won’t feel trapped inside, one day. And One day, I will find my perfect someday. Hayley ©