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Probability

Probability. I sit here in class, Seeing my teacher talk; It's probably something useful On probability. How about the probability of my life? Probability to do my homework; Non because I've been called a dumbfuck so many times, I've given up. Probability of me getting the perfectly imperfect version of a boyfriend; Zilch because no one appreciates a young healthy, very curvy sophomore with a DD, Yet people who make fun of me will WISH and HOPE for my breasts in their future years They will even get surgery just to make themselves like me, So what is the practical probability they stop making fun of me; Zilch! Probability that I will be seen as more than an object to others; Bullshit to none because I don't make an effort anymore, not after sixth grade. Probability I will ever feel completely good about myself as a whole; Maybe because I have six awesome friends who don't put me down. Probability my life will get better; Someday but not today My past made an irreplaceable mark on me And my probability. Will the percentage grow, Along with my hopes?
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Jan 22, 2014
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