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We were never right, we could never fit, we would alway stick out just a little bit. We could never be safe because all that we knew was the space that was left behind. A space so empty, so deviod of hope that there are certain things you turn to to help you cope. A barren wasteland of lies where it only takes time to eat away at a poor kid's mind. I was left to choose my friends and I chose the wrong ones, but I love the wrong ones. Only a few made it out, only a few tried to survive. All the rest just turned off and died. A mass of potential that could have blossomed if this place wasn't so hostile towards us. Towards us, towards my friends, towards the people I love. Towards the kids who could never quite push hard enough. Towards the ones that survived, towards the kids who still try. Towards the children predestined to shut down and die. From Letras Mania