I Have A Say Too (AU)
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Última publicación dom, ene 6, 2013
Everyday I sit here and listen to it, I see it, I live it. Why can't people realise that I'm a part of this too.
It all happens around me, every second of everyday. But there is nothing I can do. I'm not allowed to do anything, they told me to just sit back and act pretty. Hook up with some girls, do what ever just don't get involved.
I never thought that it would be the hardest thing for me to ever do. Just sit back and watch the people I care for fight and argue. People come and people go.
Why can't my life ever be normal? I'd love to stand up to them... To him but I just can't. I'd love to storm into that office, barge in through the door, and make them listen. Make them hear what I have to say! Because...
I Have A Say Too.
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