People always leave a comment hoping that my poems are not true. They are.100%. I don't like it but it's life.
As a mere freshman in high school
I was cursed with the miracle of life
Or an angel of death
That was wrapped in a pink blanket.
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I didn't make you dropp the beer
But go ahead, hit me again
I didn't make you have me; a horrible daughter
But go ahead, hit me again
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Hey Dad
What's wrong? Why did you hit me today?
Hey Dad
Why are you acting this way?
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