Date: 1/27/2009

My poetry.

Serchn 4 ansers dat no 1 can find. How can such bad luck b my destiny. Dark shadows linger behind me. Dey're da 1s dat r pushn me 2 c how much i can take. Feeln frightnd n alone in da world. Who can i run 2, 2 get away. Worthlessness is da key. If i jst admit 2 myslf dat im worthless den it wil al go away n i wil b nufn but a wispa in da wind. My hed thumps wit thorts. Wat wuld b da quickst way? A cut so deep in my rist or a botle of sleepn tablets 2 make me sleep 4eva. Y am i bein pushd in2 deth so quickly

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