who would have known that what which was/is
written,so many would remember.& look back figuring out what to say.if i would have cared things would b different,i would not have ever said anything.

seems as tho she has to pry some truth out of me
like something i have been hiding?since when did my every thought consume which in ur mind could wrong the writting!

to me this is humiliating,and like so many here seem to agree,they say dummie u made it this way.
and that could drive one insane,to wonder y i so b i t c h and complain,for what reasons anyway?y stay,and y care......when it is constantly thrown in ur face!
i jus dont know.
some times every once in a blue moon,ey i aint perfect,in my wicked giggles i am consumed,for i know u will never experience love like I.and never will u have trust in anotha as u do whom?
who is going to hold ur hand,all the while u scold them like a nun & child?who loves u for u.

i kno it's not right,thas how i cope.
when i step outside this box,the images of u and him remind me of y i act this way.y do i even continue to love u,u r jus doing the same thing to me.

what is forever.
forever heartache,forever distrust forever confusing love for lust.
u kno what i wanted? i dunno if it still exists...(had to reread,i have to say it again?) i wanted to let go of this.something stopped me,shall i b ashamed,i feel it.something said do whatcha got to do cuz she is going to snap.

so i did and here u and i r.for what?what for! this does not mean chit,never has never been.it shaped my life,where i live,what i walked away from what i would give.and still left to feel nothing.and i did pay attention,and i said i agree,there has got to b more than this concerning u and me.

there is not.im so fu c king repetative it makes me sick.i think u should take it like it is,take the wonderful lifes,oh and much time wasted,for u could have done more with ur life then watch me mutha fu cking suffer!i said stop,and u push harder.i say leave me alone,u come closer (WITHHIM) and i push u ****her.

that is what i want.
for it to stop,cuz the words effect me so much
& u r to arrogant to let it alone,u believe nothing i say and gunk up what i tell u,knowing all u r doing is crushing me,then i complain about it,and it is a cycle that should stop,cuz u and i will never agree,that this was beautiful was intended in purity

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