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geschrieben am: 30.09.2002 um 17:07 Uhr
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[/i]I cannot sing, I am ugly, none like me as I am. Everyone wants which I changes however I creates that simply not. All make me down, them strike me, they hurts me, internal and outward. In its eyes I am only a small piece of muck. Friends have I none, I come no longer with me clearly. I WANT to change, I try it.
I donŽt stand a criticism,IŽd like that me everyone like and I would have gladly good friends, those always stand to me.
I wrote these lines before despairÂ…
And everyone feels in such a way as I, should be written its grief of the soul
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