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Monday, June 13, 2011
WHY?
i often ask myself.
why?
i often ask myself.
why me?
every day when i wake im forced to look in the mirror.
and look at my face and look at my neck and look at these scars.
everyday i am reminded that i am not the same.
it hurts.
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