She likes to watch football
And to dance in the rain.
She gets bored when she runs
And is a little bit insane.
She runs away from all she knows,
Tries to be something else.
She knows that its not worth it
But she doesn't know what to do with herself.
She sits and stares its nothing new.
Its not like anyone cares.
Everything is building up inside,
Its almost more than she can bare.
They tell her that they love her.
They tell her they will be there.
But whenever she is alone and down
No one seems to hear.
















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[OhTheBoysASlag]
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To write the poem of the human conscience, if only of one man, even the most insignificant of man, would be to swallow up all epics in a superior and definitive epic.
Victor Hugo
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Never alone,
~NeverOnlyHuman
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I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name.......
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