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Struggle of a Young Girl


I see misery in your poor little eyes 
Walking into high school looking like Matilda seeing Ms. Trunchbull for the first time
 Her first response was “ I don’t like this fucking school” that's when all hell broke loose 
My little sister where do I start, she's the devil child with baby horns and fire in her eyes
At the beginning of high school, it was a big adjustment for her to deal with but instead of having four classes like before but now she has eight.
So now those baby horns had gone away, but anxiety struck her like stray bullet
I always tell you if you need help, I'm only micro steps away 
 
I can support you physically and mentally with Darrin’s get you all better therapy
Don't worry just remember the time we use to be able to sleep at night 
Running through traffic like apes without brains 
We always ran out the five minutes later for the bus half dressed and breathing hard like we ran a marathon
We will always have great times when we link up like our chromosomes
We both have a long way to go on Planet Earth 
So keep your head up kid and love you forever.
 
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Funak15
<p>Hey everybody&nbsp;</p>

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