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What I write at school
Itching to do something
Not even awake
Letting it tremor and quake,
Benath my skin and bone
Tourqing my dreams,
Threating to break
Jolting me awake...
Sweat on brow not knowing what to do now.
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 If your not cheating death your not living
Iam owned like a peice of meat by shesgotnothingtosay
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