The ocean, the waves, and the sand,
Love, Violence, and Hatred.
When its so dark i cant see my hand,
Messing up so this paper is wasted.
Gym Class, noise, and crowds,
Paranoia, Depression, Anxiety.
Getting yelled at because it's so loud,
Having the mean boys laugh at me.
Mean girls, knives, and hospital stays,
"I'm hurt" "It's not really there"
Medications, hair dryers, rainy days
Slamming a door, Unaware
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Author:
Mademoiselle (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 11th, 2022 21:19
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
All you gotta be afraid of is if I sing! heehee. I'm the world's worse singer, so I say - it's a joke on this site! lol.
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