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This is how I feel.


Submitted:Nov 6, 2008    Reads: 106    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


My life is at the end,

I cant comprehend.

I`m sitting in my room,

looking at a broom.

I cant live my life,

My word is caving in.

I`m falling from the sky,

I wonder why.

My family is a mess,

I feel like such a pest.

I`m trying not to fall,

but I`m pushed against a wall.

I look around and see,

Aworld better then me.

I cant find out,

who I`m sopose to be.

Maybe my world is a mess,

And I`m the pest.





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