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**** my life

**** my life,

I really hate it,

Nothing can be said, felt, or even thought without someone having something to say,

Why do people always have to assume,

You have certain things now, and they turn into everything,

People always think that it’s the big things that shape you,

Trauma,

When in reality,

It’s the small things,

What people say, how they act, them in general,

When in reality,

It’s nothing,

Only you can make you,

******** that’s a lie

This right to free speech that everyone brings up,

It’s ********

It’s only okay to say what you think, if everyone in power agrees,

I don’t mean government,

But whoever's in power around you,

If they don’t agree,

Your life is over, you no longer have a voice.

My voice was taken a long time ago so then I say,

**** my life

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Jun 2, 2013
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