I guess I say wrong things. I don't mean to, but I worry.
It is probably usual for someone talking to themselves.
I have been through Hell, but I am so often picked on and called vile things. It gets me down, but I forge on.
I get sad a lot, but it couldn't possibly have anything to do with the terrible times that were inflicted on us.....
Sorry, but I am tired, angry and sad. Life should be better than this.
Neither of us deserves this, but I know who does.
The two of them.
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