Stones
Sitting in these stones
with my phone
thinking about my life
how its form
my past is locked
hearing all these people talked
I dont care ,I dont care
it happen
It already happen
I dont want to stress these pain
Im living in the present
growing everyday
learning about myself
who I am as a teen
I maybe mean
there always a reason
to not deceive my dean
I dont judge
or hold grudge
I smile everyday
to show Im proud
someday
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