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Tuesday, August 15, 2006
AND IF I DIE. WOULD YOU EVEN KNOW THE CAUSE?


i'm sick of my life.
i'm sick of me.
i'm sick of you.
i'm sick of the tears.
i'm sick of hurting.
i'm sick of your ways.
i dont understand me.
i dont understand you.
i dont understand how.
i dont understand why.
i dont understand love. i dont think i ever will.
i dont understand why tears roll down.
i dont understand devotion.
heart burns.
heart aches.
heart beat.
heart wrench.
heart pain.
bitter me.
bitter you.
bitter love.
bitter pain.
bitter-ness.
and after all is said. i hate to admit i still love you.

sarah writes/ 8/15/2006 04:36:00 PM

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my name is sarah
i love talking
im like any human being in this world
i brought joy to this world on 25 december 1991
i like to laugh
i dont like to cry
i love god
i love everyone important to me
and most importantly i love myself
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