words
Words are my enemy
they hit, they spit
they are evil things.
everyeone thinks that its just a joke
then on my ashes they shall choke
they sing they dance the play and ride
the will never know how i feel on the inside.
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I want to be a photographer, i love to dance and sing!! I go to a church group called Awana. its very fun! i am a Christian.
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