Rebecca Neiman

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How I hate how you look at me in such discus.
Im having such a good time intill I walk by you and stare into your eyes.
Your eyes look sad and angry they look like you need help but I shake my head and walk away.
On my mind all night is the look I saw on your face. I drink and drink but yet the look just never goes away.
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I shall watch over you when i die
I ask one thing from you please dont cry
I know its hard when you lose someone you love, but stay strong cause I shall watch over you all day long.
You need to grieve I understand, but just for a day or two, cause I am with the man.
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When I entered high school I had a 'new' me but it was more like a 'fake' me. I needed to make sure no one could hurt me so I made people scared of me. That wasn't my plan intentionally, but people perceived me as the girl that would beat people up for no reason, the girl who got messed up on drugs, the girl who was always getting arrested and eventually i was known as the dropp out.

But you see while these thought about me spread around South Jersey, I was really the girl who helped the under dog out, Yeah i smoked pot but i wasn't doing all these crazy drugs everyone said i was doing, arrested all the time try only two times and only got charged once, I graduated full high school diploma in December '08' before all my fellow classmates title Drop out can now be tossed out.
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Broken Home

How I hate how you look at me in such discus.
Im having such a good time intill I walk by you and stare into your eyes.
Your eyes look sad and angry they look like you need help but I shake my head and walk away.
On my mind all night is the look I saw on your face. I drink and drink but yet the look just never goes away.
So I walk by you and try not to look but I turn around and stare you down.
You dont say anything and nor do I we stare and stare into each others eyes and finally we both cry.
We cry and cry cause we realized were both alone.
No ones near us but a bottle of vodka in a broke home.
So we lift the bottle and chug and chug and finally its empty and so is our love.
I look at you again eyes all puffy and red so right then and there I bow my head.
I finally realize all this time i've been staring into my own eyes.
And I have to admit im ashamed that i've become like this.
Drinking by myself staring in a mirror trying to make my life some sort of sane trying to fix a broken home when im only 15.

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