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strange


Strange.

Its strange how one day you can love someone the the next you hate them. 

Its strange how i fell in to deep again for like the 3 time.

Its strange how I’m always getting hurt by everybody.

I’m done with everything.

I’m done with life.

I’m done with people.

They nothing but trouble.

Its strange how you can think some one really loves you.

Its strange how i go through the most shit.

I’m done with everything.

I’m done with life.

I’m done with people

They nothing but trouble.

Its strange that i cared so much.

Its strange how my life is upside down as a teenager.

The youngest out of everybody is going through the absolute most.

And nobody cares.

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Just.Ashley

I'm New To Writing Poems. I Write Like 2 a Day. I Also Write Stories On Wattpad Too.

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