Yeah.... um.....
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So my parents found out I cut
Yeah. It's not good.
But they took it.... Okay, I guess
For finding out their daughter took under her hood.
They talked to me
Last night for an hour
Then they let me collect myself
In the best place to devour
All the negative thoughts
So I could put them away
So my parents didn't know
I always had a say
So when they find me dead
I hope they'll realize
I can't just get better that fast
When I can even socialize.
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At least they hadn't yelled at me or anything.
-Katrina
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PoetryThe creative writing of a thirteen year old going through her last year of middle school. Please welcome the author as she gives you a glimpse of her thoughts, dreams, actions, and just her life in general.