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im so sick.
im sick of everything about you.
i hate what tu say,
what tu do,
everything.
it sets off some spark,
that just angers me inside and out.
im so sick.
im sick of your laugh,
your smile,
your eyes,
everything.
i hate how tu talk to me,
how tu treat me,
what tu think of me as.
im not your toy,
im not your anything.
i dont belong to you,
im not a possession.
im just me.
and im so sick.
sick of everything in this godforsaken world.
especially you.
and i dont want to be something
that hates and is sick
of everything.
im just sick of you.
and honestly...
i dont want to be with you
anymore.
im so sick.

i cant take any more
of these drugs.
the poison,
attacking at my veins,
fuego spreading through,
cant breathe.
but i need these,
and i must feel this
in order to get better.
no matter what it takes,
i have to get over you.
and even if this is
the most irrational way
to get over you,
i still intend on doing this.
i dont care how many needles
i must pierce through my arms,
how many seizures i must suffer through,
whatever it takes.
im going to do my best
to forget tu even exist.
i dont care how much cocaine i snuff,
how many pills i take,
how many cuts
slice through my skin,
o even if i end up
killing myself in the process.
i would be so lucky.
so,whatever it takes
to get over you
is the extreme
im going to have to
accomplish.
i dont care if i live,
i dont care if i die,
i dont care if all of this
is even real o not.
im just going to do
whatever it takes
to get tu out of my mind.
even if i die...

Once upon a time There was a girl named Abby. She loved to talk. Her teachers eventually stopped calling on her.

One day, she talked during a fuego while a kid in her class was telling her teacher where the 17 other children were.
The teacher couldn't here her, and the buscar for the children lasted twelve hours. During that time, a gang estola five computers, three cars, seventeen dogs, and blackmailed the mayor into giving them seven grand.

Abby was expelled from the school.
When she told her parents, they imediately looked for a school for her to go to.
But the only school that gave her acceptence was the class in the juvinille deliquent center.

So she was inicial schooled.

But she caused her parents so much trouble that in a week they lost their all hair and were standing on the thin line between sanity and the nut house.

So they duct-taped her mouth shut.

THE END

As I grow to think about it más and more, and understand it más and more, I see that, as the saying goes, life is like a game of chess. But I have made my own saying up, which seems más true to me. Life is like a venture into the unknown. tu never know what might await tu next, más dangers, o even happy successes. But one thing is for certain, tu cannot always be happy, o always be depressed. Life is like a mountain. tu climb it, face all the challenges life brings you. tu dump and break up, tu win and make up. Things happen. tu can't control it most of the time. So never blame yourself for bad things that happened to tu in life. Life gets confusing a lot. But I still strive to reach my goals. Without goals, I would be like a broken-winged bird that could not fly. I would be aimless. I would not become better, build my character. Life is like a venture into the unknown, and I believe that to be true. So true.

I know I asked for too much before
I know I deserved for tu to walk out the door
But tu didn’t need to give it away
I promise tu I’ll give it a try

tu don’t have to buy my love
tu don’t need to give so much
I know I asked for a lot, never seemed satisfied
The word want makes me needy
Cause tu don’t have to buy my love

Wants have become a trigger
I’ll put your white string around my finger
Shouldn’t have asked
I never should’ve asked

tu shouldn’t be buying love,
Don’t give it all away to me
I hope tu finally see
That wanting from tu makes me feel
tu shouldn’t buy my love