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things aren't always fair, things seem to end up badly


Submitted:Mar 20, 2012    Reads: 6    Comments: 1    Likes: 4   


Unfortunate, that I am the middle child
Unfortunate, that I was born friday the 13th
Unfortunate, that I was born excatly six in the morning

Bad Luck, Its something that everyone has
Bad Luck, Its something you can't run away from
Bad Luck, Its something that everyone wants to hide from

Unfortunate, that some how I make people hate me in a matter of seconds
Unfortunate, that I lose friends with not knowing what I did wrong
Unfortunate, that I am the oppiste, the black sheep of my family

Bad Luck, Its something that catch's you by surprise





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