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confused, angry, sad,

i wish i could be myself, be normal even,

im always wondering why i'm loved by no one other then my mom,

i fear the future and the present,

im afraid of living in this world with the people i fear most,

im kind and friendly,

then im stabbed in the back,

i believe in the worst before the best,

i plan to move far away from here,

my final destination is death.