I walk the halls of this jail.. wanting to go home. Bell bottom jeans, black and white scarf, random old hoodie from the lost and found.. I was sent here because of my.. many issues.. can’t control my temper, sensitive, rude, sweet….. a whole whirlwind of emotions.. family thinks I’m a curse.. same route, everyday.. same class.. same everything.. nothing new….*
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