My first day of high school I wanted out I ran away to home Threw myself on the bed and cried Only after washing the stank From the bus off myself Sophomore year came the bad habit Of cutting myself just so I could Watch myself bleed Last year was my first love And my first real hate Over the course of the year I cried more than I smiled This year they told me to live it up So now that I am finally happy here My time is running short Graduation nears with tears streaking my makeup I wonder why things end When they get so goodBirth sign: Libra
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