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My life is like a big dark pit, with nothing inside.
I lay in my bed, just thinking how much people I hurt, and how many people have hurt me.
Some say that my life is the best, but I disagree again.
Some say that they what my life instead of there's, I would trade them if I could.
When people take one million steps in there shoes, is only one step in mine.
Wait whats that light in the pit called my life?
That is your face hope, you are the only reason that I am still here, thinking about you and only you.
Hope you think no one believe in you, and you are dead wrong.
I believe in you, and I love you hope.
jacobb st.andrew
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Tuesday, November 24, 2009 |
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