im sorry

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I'm sorry it's the simple curse of existence  "It's not polite for little girls to sit like that, you're a respectable lady now aren't you?  It's a woman's job, you'll have to get used to it."   
   The pains still there. Rotting me, from the inside out,  but I can hide it so easy. I hope you know what I'm talking about. It's hard to feel, anything real. When you pushed me out, 
Hold me close, I'm cold. Your touch burns my skin, You bran me with your fingertips. Your breath on my neck Intoxicates me with poisons Of anger and lust. You are suffocating me;
Dear dad, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I cannot talk to you Whenever I’m down and feeling blue. I’m sorry I don’t talk to you more About what’s going on or how I rode out this storm.
It takes the tiniest thing to start it. The smallest mistake, the tiniest fuck up, and I'm going. Suddenly every little thing is a big screw up or a fluke and I don't deserve to be here Can't describe the begining.
I always knew it wasn't love. At least what you felt toward me wasn't   What I felt was love. I was real. Wasn't I?   Maybe I am just a selfish child. I wanted a boyfriend.
i am somebody yet i am nobody i am somebody yet another plain face in a crowd
How ironic
im sorry if i made u blue all your life im sorry for your life im sorry for you  do you forgive me im sorry about your life
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