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Oct 2014
She looks at all the stuff I've done wrong,

Instead of all the stuff I'm trying to do,

Everything I say comes out wrong,

When its perfect in my head,

My mom sits there and yells at me, "Where did I go wrong?"

And most of the times I wish I ended up dead.
Written by
Eliryana Rhea Tamwyn  Texas
(Texas)   
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