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by Hannah Oct 1, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I give up on loving, Because I don't get anything from it. There is only one bit to it, Everyone starts to have a fit. Small as I am now, You still don't want to know how. What you see is what yo uget, And what I see is all lit. I give up on all the heart to heart crap, And I will never look back to it. I give up on finding love, Because all of it is just crud.