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by zadyrose Dec 31, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I pray and pray every night, for the strength to put up a fight, hes my grandpa should share trust, shouldn't have to fear his every touch, dear lord help me, I'm going insane hes crazy, why'd you create me if only to suffer, id prefer not to be then stuck to cower, so dear lord i end this life, because of you i use this knife. this is how my life used to be every day i remember crying all night just hopeing someone would save me.