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by jordan kahill Mar 25, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
It makes me sad, that you don't except me, it makes me mad, the way you treat me. i just wanna know, whats wrong with me, Ive never been classy in show, this makes me bleed. why do you judge, the way i look, i will not budge, there wont be another life took. even though I'm different, i will demand respect, i am independent, this is how i reflect.