where we started, fighting again and again and again, i wanna throw up, i'm doing so good, i'm the daughter you've been fighting for me to be, and yet in your eyes i'm not, it just kills me that everything i do is nothing and never will be, in all honesty i just want to move away, and i'm not even sure if i want to visit you or call you, i just want to move far away and become very successful, maybe just maybe then you will "verbally" tell me you love me, cuz according to you, you have no need to say it if you express it by going to work everyday, whatever, don't say anything to me, at all, anymore...EVER!
i just wannnna huge ol' bong ripp, sadly i think maryjane has a rope tied around my waste, and she's pulling me, she's pulling me in, she's pulling me closer, and i'm on the ground trying to hold anything i can to prevent me from reaching her completely, my fingernails are injected to the earths surface while they're scratching against the dirt, i'm fighting my demons on the daily, but i think i'm loosing...
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