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Our lives began to descend down the narrow road of negativity. "You really mean a lot to me." I would never say that. Like a bat, Made of feathers smashing against a brick wall. You stand tall Too tall for me to reach your heart. To avoid being hurt, I was just too smart. Avoid it all, avoid the love I've always had for you Too many incidents, just to name a few... There was the **** That left our family in need. For some help, from anywhere, somewhere please. I just wanted to live with ease, Live like my friends did. I wanted to be a normal kid, But I just couldn't be. The lying Always always lying Life wasn't flying By it was crashing hard So many shards Of my broken childhood. "Please just be good" I would recite I don't want to hear another fight. No more crying or yelling There was no telling When this bad dream was going to end. Stealing! You stole from me, That's not how it's suppose to be, To fund your drugs. Hang out with those stupid thugs You call friends. Don't let this be the end Can we at least pretend To be normal.
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 2:42 AM UTC
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Our lives began to descend down the narrow road of negativity. "You really mean a lot to me." I would never say that. Like a bat, Made of feathers smashing against a brick wall. You stand tall Too tall for me to reach your heart. To avoid being hurt, I was just too smart. Avoid it all, avoid the love I've always had for you Too many incidents, just to name a few... There was the **** That left our family in need. For some help, from anywhere, somewhere please. I just wanted to live with ease, Live like my friends did. I wanted to be a normal kid, But I just couldn't be. The lying Always always lying Life wasn't flying By it was crashing hard So many shards Of my broken childhood. "Please just be good" I would recite I don't want to hear another fight. No more crying or yelling There was no telling When this bad dream was going to end. Stealing! You stole from me, That's not how it's suppose to be, To fund your drugs. Hang out with those stupid thugs You call friends. Don't let this be the end Can we at least pretend To be normal.
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nicole-fraser
New Zealander
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 2:42 AM UTC
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