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12-8-14


this life of mine is strange,

i change, and people still dont recognize

i fight but i never die,

struggle and never cry

it gets hard sometimes,

god dealt me a wierd hand

and its not easy to understand

im surprised im going to get to see my 17th birthday,

i've seen some of the worst days this year,

i know something good is near

but im still feeling this pain and all wet from the rain,

but somehow im still here.

my heart hurts but nobody cares,

but thats how the game goes

and ill be damned if anything changes

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Angel51

A quiet kid from Chicago who lives in New Mexico. I dream like there's no tomorrow. I'm harsh because I'm sensitive, Nothing is easy, but I've come to learn, The sun still comes up the next day.

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