I often sit and wonder, here I sit and wonder, why me
So many things have happened, so many things I can not see.
It is so hard to keep on going, It is so hard to see.
It is hard not to wonder why, it is hard to not cry.
It is hard to always try, it is hard always wondering why.
It is hard to see so many things and always wonder why.
It is hard to wonder where i could be, it is hard to sit and wonder why.
It is hard to sit and wonder why are things so hard for me.
why
I often sit and wonder, here I sit and wonder, why doesn't he love me
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Melissa Ann Cronin
My name is Melissa Ann Cronin. I was born Melissa Ann Click on October 14th 1980. I was born and raised in a small town on the Washington Idaho border.
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