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Who can tell me,
How long I’ve cried,
When will I stop?
When will I die?
I don’t want pain,
Or my life,
I can’t seem to like myself,
Or make my mistakes right.
Little pieces and parts,
Of my life,
That I may like,
But, who cares now?
Mother,
Somehow, I am a mistake,
Though you love me dearly,
But, I’m so sorry,
Sincerely,
You’re mistake.
Someone say you feel my pain…
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