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Why is it when I am finally soaring above the clouds, someones gun shoots me down. Why can't we all just stopp bullying? I'm sick and tired of it. Why is it, whenever I feel good about myself you people bring me down......can I not be happy? Or will that destroy your world? Why Oh Why is everything so wrong Yesterday it felt so right, I was flying above the clouds You shot me down.........
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Oct 19, 2012
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