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Teenage Mind (freshmen outcast)


Nobody knows me Nobody cares Nobody would help if I fell down the stairs I know they'd rather push me instead... I am a nobody, a grade F- I'm invisible to everyone, the people around us. The grass, the trees around us The birds, the bees around us The ocreans, the seas around us Nobody cares about me unless I fuck up and slip up, They'll remember the most awful things, other than the good work I put up. But that's life I guess, and I'll try to do my best to live it, but the next time, the next troubled mind child comes around, I won't be around the next time to see him.
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