untittled
She stares out of the window
Day dreaming about a fantasy life
Wishing her father didnt hit her
Or speak to her like she meant nothing
All shes looking for is love
To be loved
She feels inferior in her own life
Why is she here?
Whats her purpose?
She doesnt know any answers
But shes hoping that she'll find some
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mylifeasacutterposted on 10/02/2009
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