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Monday, July 21, 2008

you say we dont
care about your feelings.
but do you care about ours.
you think the best for us.
but everytime
with our words,
you leave a scar on our lives.
you scarred my heart so badly.
say failure,go die luh.
nv rthink of you
yah,
you poor thing.
what about me/him
have spare a thoguht for us.
say torture you.
how you expect
me to grow healthy in this environment.
your fights dont laast,
but i wont forget them.
idk what or how.
i cant take it.
you're not helping me at all.

i hate going home
with a fake smile.
wiping my tears away
pretending its all alright.
so i can prepare
myself for the next.
school was onc emy place
to escape
smilelaugh.
now i'm left with nth

(8:15 PM)