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Friday, November 10, 2006

apologize
my pain is great. my sorrow is plenty. my actions are dispicable. my behavior is that of a child. im 17 years old and act like a kid of 6. my family is discusted at me. my friends most likly hate me. i am to be a man. a man who cant speek out of turn. one who holds it all in. one who takes pain, agony, strife, anguish, and hurt without batting an eye. one who is respectable and can respect others. a member of a family that is respected. now i have shamed them all. because i cant woice my mind, i remain silent. even when asked to speak i cant. because of the things i have to say. because of my mind. i cant say it. it will hurt to many. and spare none. and bring further shame to me and my loved ones. they should not love me. they should not let me linger in their thoughts. and to you reading this, im sorry. i cant let it out anywhere else. because you cant tell who i am. my name must be erased. and fade into the dark recesses of my premature brain. never to see the light of others again. to step into the darkness and never return to the light. im sorry to all i have hurt, to all i have made fun of, to all who have to sit there and listen to me bitch about my self, and how i should not exist. but in the end my life is meaning less. i should die. 1 less thing for everyone to worry about.

by the way this isnt a poem, these are my thoughts and i hope you can forgive me for wasting your time
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