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Not in years... but in agony.
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Saturday, August 14, 2010
Games
School-girl
games
In the dark halls
they told me I'd learn
A thing
or two
verbal abuse
Low self esteem
is all I've learned for these halls
of hell
welcome to self-hatred
In books
That teach me nothing
but how to avoid stares
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