When I walked in the 8th grade world,
I didn't know this would happen,
I didn't know it would be my hell,
I thought it would go so well,
But when me and my friend ended,
I suddenly felt the big wind,
The wind didn't feel good,
Not like it usually would,
I found such a great place,
When I hung around it felt so safe,
But today it got worst,
I discovered the place wasn't so safe anymore,
Today, I got hurt.
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