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1:22pm  ;;  Oct. 8. 2005



The fighting is getting to me

It causes me and him misery

I want to kill myself and it's sad

Inside, I hurt to damn bad



I want this all to be over, I prayed

I can't help but to cry all day

I'm already dressed to die

As bad as it hurts, I must cry



I have to end it all some way

I can't just sit here and pray

I wonder now if he exist,

Or if he likes me to be pissed



My baby is all I have left in my life

I hope one day I will be his wife

With that thought, Alive I'll stay

I can die another day.