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people tell me i have a beautiful smile,and that im allways smiling.
do they not see these tears do they not see the fear.
do they not see im struggling to stay alive becouse sometime i feel like suicide.
sometimes i feel like i may die....im over weight,some guys like my shape.
the thing that matter my life my child.i need to focus.
i have a gambling problem,
yes i have spent the bill money,but tell people i would never do that.
now im sitting on the side of the bed wondering what can i pawn
the car insurance is due in the morn....ing yes i sing,but alot makes me cry
i guess theres so much built up inside.
im a mess.
i try to keep it together,i cant keep a man either.
im doin something stupid or doing all that i can.
which is actually not much when you can do more.
maybe im takeing and not giving
maybe im talking and not listening
maybe im listening and not understanding
forgiving and not forgetting
not standing out but blending
ont things 4sure im....living.
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--Submitted by toyluv on 2012-02-01.
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