Why do you choose your pain
If you only knew
How much I love you, Love you
I won't be your winter
I won't be anyone's excuse to cry
And we can be forgiven
And I will be here.
He says when you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I�ll always want you near
You say that things change my dear
Friday, Oct. 03, 2003 at 9:39 p.m.
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Shit... I'm sorry. For anything and everything I have ever done to anyone. I don't want anyone's pity or sympathy, I want nothing more than to die. So I have made the decision to check myself into a hospice and stop treatments. It's kind of pointless at this stretch in life. I've become a burden to everyone around me and apparently my very existance ruins other ppl's lives. So this is my good bye. "I wish you health and happiness, but absolutely nothing else."