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i ******** brock my angel with my writing and worthless shite of a brain. He's so up with me he's cutting his hair. i cant belive i hurt him that much.i feel so sick about it. im an a** and im worth less to hurt him so much. and i cant even text him cause he grounded.ive wanted to die so badthese past days. All i want is to lay in his lap brushing his hair and feeling his love but i dought ill get that crys im a worthless shite.
now he'll never give me that pleasure i know it. crysi know i should ask him to change him self. Ive told him if he wants me to change i will. i love him so much and in away secertally it really hurts me him doing this but my pain rarely means a thingg in this world.no mater what i say wont change any thing ive already caused enoughthurt and troble. as long as he's happy is all that maters now. i had this image of angel siting in a chair he was wearing a big t and pajama pants a stan of his long hair coves his face the rest trickles down his chest and back. he's holding a book with one oof pour chilhren on his lap he's reading. he loks over at me i look down i look prego and wearing a longish night gown. Crys i want that so much and mayby even a fox to. but in the past days i cab no longer c that image in my head i have an image but its foggy and angel looks diffrent im wearing a gray dress i fasllowhim down thw street trying not to get left be hide he loks back at me come on he yells i hurry um u can hear my flats on the concert i hurry
im laying on the floor crying holding my fox plushie brushing it