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by Kenzie Jun 26, 2012 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
Out of all the people in this world They had to call me a freak To pick on me til my last days This is why I am weak Why can't we just live happily in this world? Why do you have to pick on kids that already cut themselves? Why? This is why we kill ourselves Because of you
by Mohan
Emotional poem but gud job,5/5 keep writing