Chapter: Despair and freedom

My life is a misery. <br />
At least I think it's a mess. <br />
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I can neither laugh nor cry. <br />
What is wrong with me? <br />
Am I cold? <br />
Cold from all the pain that was inflicted on me? <br />
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What is a broken heart and all the grief that throws my life off course? <br />
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What is your pity for me if I can't trust you anyway? <br />
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If you feel sorry for me, then help me get over you. <br />
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All you do is give me slimy guilty words. <br />
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You really think it was done with a couple of words and the self-designation of an idiot. <br />
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I'm so angry with you I could shoot you to the moon and pop venus in front of your head. <br />
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But ..... but I can't. <br />
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I still love you too much. That makes me weak.<br />
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Sure I play the strong and understanding. <br />
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But if I keep going like this, I'll break down. <br />
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Give me the chance to break away from you ... Please <br />
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I'm too good for you so let me go <br />
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I wrote such a story again because I couldn't pack it well in poetry. <br />
I hope you are mild with your comments <br />
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Bulma-Chan2003 <br />
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