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A glimpse of me.
Submitted:Dec 12, 2011 Reads: 5 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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