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Another day of endurance The taunting names The rude games Makes me want to bury my face in my hands These kids and there cruel words Don't realize how it hurts Leave me with the burden I blow out a deep breath and exert it all One more time I think I can handle it But that can change in a brink The next time you just get hit again But then I think to myself I'm better then they are I don't place myself on the high shelf I know what's true in my heart
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Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
Hurting
Another day of endurance The taunting names The rude games Makes me want to bury my face in my hands These kids and there cruel words Don't realize how it hurts Leave me with the burden I blow out a deep breath and exert it all One more time I think I can handle it But that can change in a brink The next time you just get hit again But then I think to myself I'm better then they are I don't place myself on the high shelf I know what's true in my heart
It doesn't really make sense, I tried to rhyme and still keep the story line. Oh well I finally finished!!
hannahmaria
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Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
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