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[aid] => mick
[title] => Coart Inside My Peers Dugs Probelms...
[time] => 2004-08-20 06:00:29
[hometext] => Recently my mother has been looking up my poems on this site! And I wouldn't be supprised if some mental health **** has been reading my work too, but if anyone of them looks at this, JUST KNOW I'LL PROBERLY GET
[bodytext] => if you can't fall into the right slots, then all you'll do, is crash down and drop! that's what i found, when i went round. it's just the rule, when you go to a broken school. full of bullies, and druggys, and those who carry knives, full of foul-mouths and *****, who stir to cause the fights. you have to find your group, or you'll be all alone, and you can't face that, since they'll break your cone. until your emotionally naked, crying out in the play ground, but often in the dark corners, where you pray to not be found. but when you are, then they like to chase, telling you to turn round, or you'll get hit in the face! so you turn round... and they come straight up to you. they once pushed your mate down, right in front of you! but there's nothing you can do! so you're alone. so you sit in the library break and lunch, on your own. scared, you'll get punched, if you leave there, go out, 'coz they're ALWAYS about. there's no one nice. no one kind. .... and the teachers make it worse, they just screw up your life. so it takes you a year, to get some decent mates. but who are they really? why are you their mate? some are druggy's, most of them really, only, hear and there, and not too heavy. it's only when it's out of school, and you meet, your mates, mates. there's the biggest problem! and it controls all your fate. so you're slipping down hard, sliding down under pressure! but you mustn't say a word! or else, they'll get cha! that's the rule! always, has been in school. always has been for me, that's why, i some times, want to die, you see? this is my life. it's why i used to cut. but now i've quit, but life is still, just too much! but still i gotta face it, each and every day, ... but i'll finish this here, i've nothing more to say...! so IF you ***** from mental health, decide to read this. just know i'll get punched or "done in", if you don't shut your lips... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 204 [topic] => 65 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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