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Oct 21, 2009
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The last laugh
If only I was able to run a little fasterMaybe I could have avoided this fucking disasterShould have ran and ran and hid, could have got awayWould give me a chance to survive just another day Curled up on the floor stop punching, hurting, beating, kicking"If you don't fight back, you'll just be known to be a chicken"Don't stand a chance, the blows keep raining down and downBest for me to stay curled up, laid here on the ground Back to school again oh here we go some more abuseNo one to help me, why carry on, what is the use?Teacher's a fucking joke and does not have a fucking clueWhat goes on outside can stay outside, I think that's their viewYes I'm bitter, yes I'm bitter and I'm fucking hurtWhat is it they say? Make sure you get your punch in firstYou don't stand a chance with those odds stacked against youTake it on the chin, the ribs, the face wherever they choose It was sometime ago and people say I should move onBut it's not easy, being beaten when you've done nothing wrongAll these years and the memories are all still thereAnd having no support just makes you think that no one caresDon't you ever wonder why I'm just the way I am?Messed up, fucked up, beat up, no one really gives a damnThat's ok by me, I just keep on by keeping onI will have the last laugh and that will be for far too long.
— Millage, Oct 21, 2009
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Seren
16 years 7 months ago
Dear Millage
Millage
16 years 7 months ago
Apologies
Millage
16 years 7 months ago
Hi
Seren
16 years 7 months ago
very nicely done LOL and I
Dawdle
16 years 7 months ago
Lyn's comments are unjust