No More Time To Play Pretend

by MJ   Aug 22, 2006


Have a feeling my time is coming to an end where at that point I can\'t play pretend anymore in my happy little familyI enjoy what do you do when you know your end is coming. You know life will go on, but all she cares about is her present and her love. She doesn\'t want to lose the one person she loves with all her heart, to disappoint the ones who care for herand it\'s so and it\'s so genuine that she can\'t help but cry tears of joy at being so loved and cared for, and to bring trouble to the one she loves and hates so dearly. What do you do when theirs so much at stake. I hide so much pain inside of me, so I can pretend to be what she always wanted in life. To be able to have a normal life where your able to feel emotions without surprize. To hve a normal life where no abuse can happen to her. No one can lay their hands on her. Disrespect her. Shame her. Still she wonders why had it have to happen to her over and over again. Why was it always her. Why did it follow her all the wa here. In this pleasent town. Did she do somthing to bring it upon her, was it because of her. Did she ask for it without realzing it. Why does it always come back to the same thing why was life so unfair to her.

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