It seems people don’t
care anymore.
Every night I cry, waiting for the day when my suffering ends. But I can’t wait. Its alnost my birthday, but what do I get? Beatings and insults that’s what. My name meant happy. But I never feel that way anymore. I was never destined for happiness. My name should have meant suffering.
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Hi *dead_soul*.
I’m sorry for the way you feel.
Why are you so upset?
Has something affected you perception of life?
Try to smile once in a while. It’s good for you.
Don’t worry & be happy.
I’m here if you ever need to talk.
All my love, LOBT (LivingOnBorrowedTime.)