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My Life
Everyone is fighting,
They ask me why i am
always crying.
I can't take it anymore,
What am i still here for?
Can't get a break,
how much am i supposed
to take?
My life is so screwed up,
but i can't give up.
I wanna run out,
but then i wont sprout!
Should i tell someone, or
Should i let them have
their own fun?
What should i do,
Should i tell you?
poem
by
Angelina Sabia
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