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My life is a secret hell I hate it so much I just wanna die, why, why does this shit happen to me, why does he hurt me without realizing it, when he says he wants to die, it goes through me like a bunch of knifes, I dont want him to be hurt so much, because I love him, but yet I dont think he believes me, and sometimes I think he lies when he says he loves me, because he , I am not mad at him, but yet he always thinks I am, and yeah maybe sometimes I am mad at him, but right now I am not and he wont believe me. Drugs no big deal my ass, they are a big deal, when you take them they fuck you up, and no I know I didnt say I love you back tonight, you wanna know why? Cuz, cuz you hurt me inside, all, all because you just cant listen to one little fucking word I say, well you better believe Im pissed, oh so sorry, not, yeah this is me, the real me, you like me now?, no probably not, oh well, maybe, maybe we will brake up, I know you wont like this if you ever see my thoughts, so why show them to you?, no I dont think I will, like youll listen to them anyways, everything I say to you, goes in one ear and out the other, Im through with messing around and asking you not to do cretin things, because you dont listen, I know life is hard, and I know you wanna die, I do too, and I know you think your life is worse, and yeah maybe it is, but I just wish you would stop trying to make your life worse, drugs will make it worse, but do you care, no, of course not, why listen to a dumb ass like me. now I wish you would stop saying you are gonna kill yourself, its not the way to go, but oh well, I dont get what I want, never have never will, so tough, thats all, Im out, screw it, fuck life, Im through, alright, night.