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“I’m sorry”
I hate myself that can't do as my wish was when I was child
To be a famous artist
Look not ugly like when I was young
Have lot people like myself than being bullied
And happy lover
But i can't do it and it's too late
I look like killing myself when still young
I will try again my darling
But if Still nothing happen I will rest for long time and go to find games play to vent or slit my wrist to curse someone