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As you passed me in the hall I waved and offered a smile You didn’t even look up To see my face wilt in silent humility
I tried again at lunch You needed money for some food I gave all I had- all for the rest of the week “Cool,” wasn’t the type of attention I anticipated
I cut myself again My left wrist; not my right …I don’t need that one anyway.
Will asking for help get me anywhere? No- ‘There’s a teacher; ask her.’ So I had to be so stupid &


How to CrySometimes I wish I knew how to cry, Through my eyes and not my teeth.How to Cry
Sometimes I wish I knew how to listen, With my heart and not my deaf ears.
Sometimes I wish I knew how to speak, From my mind and not by peer influence.
Sometimes I wish I knew how to lie, To myself that life was splendid.
Sometimes I wish I knew how to open them, and cry through my closed eyes.
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~98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature
"The people have spoken- we demand more mando!" -Chris Thile
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~98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature
"The people have spoken- we demand more mando!" -Chris Thile
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THE BOMBARDMENT OF COMMENTS, THATS WHAT, BIOTCH!! I'm high on Kool-Aid so excuse me for ee profanity.
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I should be in a big armchair with an enormous duvet.
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Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one. - Stella Adler
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