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by Debbie Mar 28, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
People would say my life was good, when they don't know, that I'm tired of my family fighting, of my grandpa hurting my feelings, when I tell him that I my dad brought me over, he says "Kabin?", I say "No, my dad.", for I'm afraid to say my daddy's name, because I don't want to hear him say it, that he's not my dad, just a fat piece of shit, because it hurts, I don't like to think about my grandpa, pointing guns, at my momma, because he's crazy, and all I write is true, that sometimes, If I think about my life, I cry... Debbie Haggard 03/28/07