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Untitled (Free verse) by click64

Been there and back, but it doesn’t help, It just stirs up things in my head – like a shit stirrer. It hurts me so real bad, I’m cut up inside and out. But you lot don’t see. All you see is this little Asian girl, cooking, cleaning. Waiting to be taken away by some ungrateful dickhead. You don’t see beyond my little shell. I long for someone to know and understand I long to be taken away from this life. The pain gets harder every-day. I want to be gone from every-thing and everyone. To somewhere where no-one knows me or my past. You know I’m not the person you think I am. So it gets even harder.

richa 5-Feb-06/3:25 PM
The past does not matter. Unless you have crabs. Then it matters. :(




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