ive been given a gift of writing hands. i wrote 4 pages in english about different types of lands. i get made lies about. but i dont care. sometimes i believe lifes not fair. im funny not smart i laugh not giggle. i play all night, get in fights. i shout,scream and stare i hate my hair. i have brown hair with blonde streaks, i just want black. right now it looks like a sack. i just cant take it jonas the she devil with a moustache crushes me so i fight back.
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