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By lance

People love to turn and stare whenever i walk by somedays i wish i wasn't alive why can't they accept me and not turn and run i don't look good but i am someone they don't know how nice i am i've always got a smile even if it only lasts awhile so i'll guess i'll go away im not welcome here don't worry about what you hear it's just me leaving you my tears.

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August 30, 2011 11:20eleanor maslen

Miss madness. ahh Mr smarty pants.