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I look at the life I wish I could have bu know it will never be. I try to do what everyone else may thank. But finally I realize it will never be hat way. I try and make my life go the way it's suppose to, bit it seems like god is standing there blocking me from it. He is having a good laugh to. People sanding there da after da ignoring the words that I have to say intil finally the pain comes out.
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