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[aid] => Mick
[title] => lifes not fair
[time] => 2003-10-01 09:05:00
[hometext] => fior a story im writing bout school shootings
[bodytext] => They laugh, they joke I feel like I'm about to choke All these words coming at me I don’t get why they laugh at me. Burning like dried bark from the ground Innocent in its sound My mind aches with the burning, My stomach flips, it’s turning. Life’s not fair. But they don’t care. No one does “life’s not a buzz. T hurts so much When they poke, when they touch. An emotionless doll, breakable and fragile Why do I feel so vile? When they’re the ones that are vile, Making me feel so sad and fragile. Life’s not fair. Life’s not fair. I did nothing wrong, I swear. Life just isn’t fair. I just wanna cry, Roll into a ball and die. Rumors and gossip, about everything I am Terrible I feel. They don’t give a damn As long as they’re laughing, smiling in the end, Why can’t I be gone? be hidden? Life’s not fair, but they don’t care. Pulling my clothes, pulling my hair. Calling me absurd names, Who’s the one to blame. I can’t take it anymore! I don’t want any more. Life’s not fair, they don’t care. They’re far yet so near. They look at me, they just don’t know How the blood in my veins flow. Wondering if they’d laugh if they were dead A bullet through each of their own heads. Life’s not fair, Why would they care They’ll never forget though They’ll never forget though. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 6 [informant] => frozensuicide [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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