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Sitting here looking at my Chromebook I hear that the aqueducts in Rome  carried water into the city of a million people I hate it so bad why why why.
The most hated people I've come to know Love themselves more than they should show. The last place you'd see them is low In their own minds that is, they're really hoes. Romantic and flowery, they unfortunatly spoke
Matter doesn't matter, it's chemicals that scatter. It's your food, it's air, it's water. It's human and nature. It's infinite space around us. It flows like rivers and falls like snow.
We all have our preferences You and I, he and she From our individual tastes In food, friends, music, coffee   Friends may say or speak In ways that influence us Though, the result be bleak
I'm looking in on a life that's not mine Its not even a nine You got me jealous Acting all over zealous You're far from perfect as can be seen by your life
Am i not good enough for you? Is that what it is? I want to be over here, but you're pushing me over there What you think about me, when was the last time I actually cared?
Seventeen Im done Im sick and tired Of your shun Its icy Blizzardly My price Is misery I suffice. Im sick Im done. Youre not the only one. My head, it hurts
  Yo dad You remember signing my birth certificate? I bet you were so glad What about when I first got my ears pierced You remember right You were there when I shed those tears
Can a love be forever binding? To return when others cripple As thought of extraneous suitors sour. Relic of the time that has tick tocked, Souvenir of the heart's gift shop,
It’s hard to miss something you never really had, But that’s all part of not having a dad Don’t get me wrong, I wish he were here, But like always he’s no where near. He’d be angry to know I’ve lost all respect, 
I'm a statistic because of my family.I'm the derivative of a broken home.A shattered background of instability and hardship defines me.The remnants of my childhood are just bits and pieces
One way or another They'll try to give you peace Some day, now or later They'll force you to see their way Chaos is Order Leave or Give Over
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