February 3, 2008
Is there a point?
Dose anyone care,
Why don’t they see
See what their evil words do to me.
I think someone might try
So save me keep me hidden inside
that’s all I do run and hide,
All I’m good for they say
But I think there’s more
Things they don’t understand
If I just had one friend.
My life might be good
Something to make me happy.

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