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by christine Nov 26, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You never seem to understand exactly how i feel you never even seem to care our friendship isnt real you never ask me how i am or if my day was good you accuse me of unfaithfulness as if i ever would you dont ask why when you see me cry or lend a helping hand you cant see how your hurting me now these tests are cruelly planned for these reasons and many more of which youll never know my blood will spill from slashed wrists til life no longer flows