

My LifeIn my life, there are many problems.My Life
Whenever I try to get away, it keeps on
pulling me back,
like when a fisher has caught his fish.
Whenever this happens, I scream in my head, "Why,
oh Why, does this always happen to me!"
When life gets bad,
so bad my head starts to hurt.
I fall to the floor with a big THUD!
I cry to myself, 'Why cant I die?'
I just want to know. while I sit here and cry.
Well, that's basically how my life ends.
With that said, I say Farewell... my friends.


Why me?Why me? Why now? That's the question of what I ask. Like a child in a classroom when confused. I want to know one thing. One thing that helps me, when... i feel used. Why me? Can you answer that? Without family? Without friends? The world is like a stray, forgotten cat. Why me? When my time is through, I will still have one question for you. Why me?Why me?
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
Now you can buy my book here!--------->>> [link]
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
Now you can buy my book here!--------->>> [link]
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