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They choose me for the
football defending position
When I was in 5th grade
I realized why they were so nice to me
Cause I was too dumb to quit
Too dumb to not be there when
everybody left and I standing alone
In the fields
telling myself 1+2=3
And getting the laughs out of the grass rustling
They might be telling each other
How much a of a fool I am
To believe that someone cares
enough to give me any place
And like that I got sexually abused
and assaulted in the coming years
And declared with a low iq
By my English teacher
But I kept moving on
As if it too hold something valuable too me
Then I became sick of trying
And like that my love for sadness intensified
And grief became my only companion
What a life?
We all just buffoons here
What a disgusting piece
of chewable food it is.
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