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by Sammie Jan 10, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I sometimes wonder if it's worth it I wonder why it's always me I know I'm far from perfect But just the way people are to me. People have their stories Their tears are caused by pain Life is in no way simple So to them there's always rain Everyone has limits There's only so much they can take And when the load of grief takes its toll They start to snap and break. People say they love you And that you're always in their heart But when you really need their help They turn around and dart.