I'm calm and then it hits me. If you don't know me, it's hard to tell. I try my best not to hit people but if you came up and hit me thats another story. You wouldnt hurt a fly, if that's what you think, you don't know me. I can't stop it taking over. Believe me, I've tried.
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The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PoetryThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.
