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forever alone


When I think of you I say, What happened to the way You looked at me You talked to me Or how to acted around me Tell me you love me Tell me you care But don’t break my heart Or you will just leave me bare I loved you and you knew How much you meant to me But tell me this Who do you want to be Tell me you are there Tell me you are here But don’t tell me you are no where For when I cry in tears Nothing will change between us Or nothing will ever see That I loved you so much But you never did love me
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Hi, my name is Kay Lynn Boyer. I grew up in a small town called trinidad in colorado, i was adopted at teh age of 6 and ever since then I have had trouble growing up as a regular kid. When i was younger being adopted wasn't the usual, "this is how i grew up" thing. I have always felt different from everyone else, even though my parents say i am not, but I know i am. I can feel it. My biological parents were drugatics and alcoholics. I never really knew i was adopted til i was about 8 or 9. I alwasy thought i was with my real parents. As time went along I became more an dmore insecure about myseld, there has never been a time where i felt normal like other kids in my neighborhood, until I became friends with everyone else, i noticed that they were treating me like a normal person in the world and now i know I am jsut like them. Even though i know I am different there will never be a time where i put myself down. My life was pretty complicated up to this point because i never let people help me with my private situations either they would find out through the cuts on my arms or how i acted around them. I was bullied, emotionally and [physically, I was zexually offended and so now i feel like i will never go back. I am having counseling by my counselor and also my friends. I sometimes feel like it does not help but other times it cheers me up. I am Kay Lynn Boyer and I know I am like other poeple in this world. I will make a difference to others.

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