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I try so hard but never can succeed. When will you treat me as if I am one of your own? The pain spreads through my body as if I was lying on glass. Will it ever be my turn to be the special one? For once I want to be the child that is loved. You hear the tearing of my heart, But all you can do is blame it on someone else. You see me drowning in my tears, But all you can do is throw me a life preserver. Mother, when will it be my turn? You blame your problems on everyone else, When eventually it'll all end up my fault anyway. I hate my fuckin' life! I wish I was dead. Soon enough my wish will come true. Maybe then everyone will be happy. 
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