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A little hurt.

Poetry By: Emily Johnson

A glimpse of me.

Submitted:Dec 12, 2011    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

There isn't much to say today,

except for how I feel.

My friend's mom wont let her ever stay

all because I ran away.

I forgot to take my prozac

and I feel like I will cry.

I fail at suicide

and people laughed at me.

Oh, how I regret everything I've done.


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