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by Rhiannon Sep 10, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I want out, out of this place i call home, There is nothing left here for me Not family, not love, no even caring arms, Just hatred and anger toward me. So I'm packing up my things, I'm leaving without a trace, they will never know i left. So here i go, I'm on my own! By: Rhiannon Lee