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My Life Sucks
Roses are red
Violets are blue as night,
My life stinks
I may runaway
or skip school or home one or two
just to see if my parents really do care about me
if they even do.
They may say they do but, most of the tI'me I don't believe them.
They slap me.
They hit me.
And they yell at me all day long for absolutely no reason at all.
So I'm almost always depressed or bummed out, or at least sad.
So I am mean some tI'mes to people that I don't mean to be mean to
at all.
Roses are red as blood,
Violets are as purple as night,
I hate my life so I think I may go ahead and die.
I don't care what my parents say, because if I do I won't
listen to them no matter what.

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