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Nov 2014
Why do I feel, when it hurts so much.
Happiness and joy, the fun that we clutch
Onto in bad times. I don't know why I cant Smile.
I feel so uncomfortable, annoyed and wild.
Mixed emotions i'm not even sure of.
My guard wall is breaking, I'm no longer tough.
Does this come with age, puberty's rage.
"Aah Gaah", I say What the baby says.
All time, clustered, dark world, mustard.
Confused situations, pushed and combined together.
You think it'll be over. This lasts forever.
I hate classes, i don't know why.
I feel to fist the wall, throw a tantrum and cry.
Everything's OK, I have everything I want right.
Dreadful thoughts challenge me, I'm living a rich man's life.
The fancy life or money and fame.
Where life is a game.
Round three is where you stop to choose
To win but oops you loose.
"Gooba Gabba Aah" Worst day,
For everyday I say what the baby says.
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