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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Monday, July 4, 2011
Thank you blood related, For making my bloody day so fucking 'nice' Thats happy youth day for me ain't? Crying over shits like that is so not worth it so stop crying. Assholes and bastards. Who ask that bastard to always take my stuff without asking? You bitch still have the guts to tell me to bare with it? Doing it so many many countless times? Come on! I've counted it up to like umpteen times and yet all I can think of is why do I have to know such a bloody bastard and bitch? Why did I have to have such a genes in me? You said I have bad temper? So? Who turned someone who has a good patience and was gentle despite being tomboy to turn into someone so fucked up and bitchy about everything? Who was the one who turned so much stress to her own child? Telling her so much she was unwilling to hear? Who the fuck was the one who made her give up on hope when she told her in as a kiddo to dream? So now, can you please tell me, which fucking bitch right here typing is not the girl she was? So sweet and nice always smiling? Now always forcing a smile. Smiling for others and not for herself? What the fuck does this means? Its been so so so long since I last smiled for myself. How is that? Do you ever try to understand me? How I ever felt? How I ever tried my best to make everyone happy? I beared with your son as much as I can you know? He really push me to a limit where I can't take it. With your countless stress pressurising, what do you expect from me? I'm human, not some super woman. Even super woman needs rest, where is mine? Tell me and I'll be good. |
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But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay |
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