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So pretty much my life sucks. I just wish I didn't have to deal with it anymore. Sometimes it's all I can do but wonder what in the world I did to deserve this. Why must I have my heart ripped out and shoved in my face? Why must I cry myself to sleep every night because I'm left with so many questions? Why must I get my spirits raised so high to be so happy, and then be pushed down back to the ground to lie in my sorrow, sadness and depression. My must I live this life of mine, I hate it. And why doesn't he care?