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Nov 2013
Another day of endurance
The taunting names
The rude games
Makes me want to bury my face in my hands

These kids and there cruel words
Don't realize how it hurts
Leave me with the burden
I blow out a deep breath and exert it all

One more time I think
I can handle it
But that can change in a brink
The next time you just get hit again

But then I think to myself
I'm better then they are
I don't place myself on the high shelf
I know what's true in my heart
It doesn't really make sense, I tried to rhyme and still keep the story line. Oh well I finally finished!!
HannahMaria
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HannahMaria
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