demi buxton


my life (what life)


my life seems to be fadeing away
but theres nothing i can do
you all think you know me
but i dont even know my self
its the same thing day in day out
poeple say 'put the past behinde you'
but its still in my mind
when things have happend
its hard to ignore
why cant i just be like all the other girls
im fat there thin
im ugle there pretty
i cant stand the sight of me know more
my life seems to be over

Submitted: Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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  • Duh Huh (6/17/2009 3:00:00 PM)

    Young lady, life sometimes seems so hard especially when we are young. But one thing is certain about life, it changes and we change with it. Be patient with yourself, you will yet become a swan. Thank you for sharing :) (Report) Reply

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