Pain...

I'm funny, spiritual

Not religious

I please those that never please in return

Like all Americans: They give, expecting something in return, but never returned.

I would love to stop being selfish

However, it's hard. I'm only 17..

17 with a dream that will never be obtained

17 with a family that may never understand what I go through

17 with a history with men that will haunt me forever...

But, pain is weakness leaving the body

So I go through so much pain just for that reason.

It's the reason why I don't cry

It's the reason why I hate giving and receiving pity.

Yet...I want things in return..

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