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Oct 2013
Feel like ****, and they say I'm the ****
Like Calli, what's up? Come hit this
And mommy and dad aren't together anymore
So now when she looks at me she just sees a broken promise
And I love that walked out the door
Mornings aren't fresh anymore
At least Fridays are more exciting than before
What do you do when they don't get you?
If wonderland was real, you know where I'd be
Maybe it is
Guess I don't have the right eyes to see
And I feel like I'm crazy
Ill have something in my hand
And the next second it's gone,
Right into thin air
My lungs must hate me
I know my liver does
And this boy just loves me
But he's not the one I want
And my writing isn't as good as it used to be
Ever since he slipped from me
I hate this poem
Whatever
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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