just another step down this hall
every whisper echo's through my skull like a scream
i know how they taunt
i know how they tease
i know i want them dead
but cant do a thing
they hate me i know
every last one
but i live with the pain
just to endure one more day
until they know whats coming
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I know exactly what this poem means....I feel it a lot...thats why i dread high school. -
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i like it =33



