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Nov 2014
Don't you ever praise me
for being who I'm not.

I am just a cynic.

I am just a rebel.

I am just an outcast.

And I will stay angry
at the world forever.
I'm not this kind and generous person people make out to be. I have a living hell growing inside my head too, you know.
My High School Poetry
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