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Aug 2019
My arm is itching
My eyes are twitching
Your speech is slurring
As you scream at me

Tell me i never listen
Tell me i'm not good enough
Tell me i'm a disgrace
It's nothing new.
I get home and suddenly i have at least two people screaming at me for no good reason. Fun.
Written by
Zoe Grace  16/F/NSW, Australia
(16/F/NSW, Australia)   
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   ---, D and Vic
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