October 22, 2012

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Dear You,
Life is bad that I hate it so much. They keep arguing. The days of my Mom's death anniversary is ticking and it makes me cry even more each time it gets closer. Life, to me, is just a waste of time. I can't continue to be depressed. I just want to be happy again, but I can't seem to find my happiness. I wish I didn't exist because of it. Maybe, it would be better off that way.

From, Me

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