Here I am in hell again.
Waiting to get out for good.
Almost 1 year left.
Then I'll never have to look back again.
Oh how I would love to lock up everybody
I hate up in here and just blow the place
to pieces.
Then maybe I'll be able to live in peace
for once.
That's all I want is to be left alone, just
once.
That's all I ask.
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Dangerous Thoughts During Junior Year.
PoesíaThese are just some poems or thoughts that I had during my junior year. Maybe some of you can relate. If not I hope you think my style is good.
