^.^ here's another one! I'm fairly proud of this one.
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All the words, and all the lies,
No one bothers to hear your cries.
They pass you in the street,
And call you names like deadbeat.
Emo, careless, ugly, brat.
Dumb, useless, hopeless, fat.
And when you go back home,
Your crazy thoughts begin to roam.
You begin to think they may be right.
These things were just out of sight.
You want to thank them, but can't.
Now all you want to do is rant.
They're wrong, all wrong, you think.
But still, your floor is stained pink.
After a while something clicks.
And as the clock tick-tock-ticks,
You kill yourself where you can't be seen.
Turns out, society killed the teen.
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:3 heehee...I'm fairly proud if this one. I don't know why XD
Oh yeah! Look! I rhymed the whole time XD XD
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