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Jan 2017
I want to be the perfect student
The perfect daughter
But my minds a mutant
It holds me underwater
Just waiting for the slaughter
I sit
Wait for the right moment
The right time to admit
Im unfocused
Im the coldest
Im most certainly broken
I show my smile
so many things are unspoken
To me most things arent worthwhile
But I'llΒ Β let it pile


Till I can't hold it
K
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