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I am sitting here.

Trying to figue this out.

It feels like everything is

Taken from me or stripped from me.

I do have my dignity and pride.

Just because of the scars on my arms.

I have to leave my 4th home.

I don't understand this.

I am so tired of being put down.

I love helping people and I have good views.....

Save that shit for someone else.

It hurts to be denied and not trusted.

I fucking hate this do you hear me?

I hate this.

I sit here with no more pride.

I sit here with nothing but shame.



~*~Kesha~*~