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the notes all passed before my eyes, i was longing for a sense of belonging the doors slammed shut without reason this agony, this dying, discomfort with who i was and who i wished to be. classrooms filled with silver spoons and excuses for hating the weak. they said that angels held up my arms, and that's how i learned to speak i hated, no, hate myself for who i was and for who i have come to be and no one could ever hate me more, than i hate me kids can be so cruel, kids can hurt themselves to it's primitive behaviour and one that i just can't unlearn this sorrow, that i feel now, hasn't passed since given, during those lunch hours and bus seats alone... i'll ignore those halo's From Letras Mania