A True Friend
I wish things wouldn't be so rough
Everyday has been so tough
I used to lie
Now I just want to die
It could be worse
But everday I feel like a horse
They call me names and verbally hurt me
They physically hurt me
It's just not right the shame I hold
I'm not right I'm told
I wish things wouldn't be so rough
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Jordan Lewis
I love to write. Writing helps me to get my feelings out by letting me positively write out my madness, and sadness. Writing helps me feel better about everything, and sometimes I just write to be writing. I've been writing ever since I was old enough to hold a pencil, and can write a 50 page story easily!
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