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My hands ball into fists

I can’t handle this

My face is red

i have to clear out my head

 

I hate it

I feel like ****

Every day I spiral down

While my friends don’t even frown

 

I’m so sick of it all.

Why can’t I just fall

To the Floor?

i can’t take it anymore.

 

You know what? I’m done.

I hope you had your fun.

Since I don’t have a gun,

i guess I’ll just have to run.

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