I sit here crying. Upset over many things. Every time I think I've made it somewhere.. I find I'm back where I started.. It's like trying to climb out of a deep hole.. and each time I cry the dirt turns to mud and I slide back into the deep dark hole
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how about a nice poke in the eye eh?
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*hugs* Thank you!
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ok, now for reals.
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