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Chapter Four

Can't they see
That I try
Not to cry

My dad he
Makes fun of me
Says I look funny

It's like this at school
At home
Never alone

Wish it would stop
I just want to drop

Dead

Would they care?
Would they show up?
Probably not
They'd let me rot
Your nothing
Or at least that's what I've been taught.

Wish it would end
I need a friend
One who can mend
My broken heart

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