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if you have ever felt this way... feel free to copy this and add to ur place or w.e.... jush please make sure u say whea u got it fwom... ( leaves titles n author in )
im hur by jessica truong
i used 2 be luvd by many n hated by few, buh 4 each day dat passes, i bcum les luvd, not hated mo, jush slowly outkasted, n 4gotten, all dat who luvd me, dun realize dat im hur, doze dat hab hunted n hated me, hab 4gotten dat im hur, n doze dat i hab cheerished so dear 2 my heart, hab 4gotten dat im hur, so ill tell u now, dat i will disappear, 2 a place whur im unknown, 2 find new ppl n a new home, whetha im 4gotten or remembered, ill always luv yall n always currr...
writing by jessica truong
my facial expressions hab no longer keep me going, my crucial remarks hab bcum remoresole, all dat ish left are my writings on da wall, da writing on this paper, and da writing in my head, only those who truly understand, look beyond the words in which they try to comprehend, between the lines of who i am, hidden beneath da shadows of every letter written...
differences by jessica truong
u r not an army of wun, but an army of many, u stand beside those with fame and riches, beside those with scholars and commissions, buh how u stand tall, is how u cum short, 4 we r the outkasted, the forgotten, the sicc, the poor, the geeks, the nerds, the losers, the wimps, r minds ponder each moment, plotting da day of our return, da return of who we once were, b4 u stepped foot n it, b4 u changed our lives, b4 u made us different, bcuzz of who we were, or how we lived, b4 u laughed at how we talked, or how we dressed, b4 u made ur first joke or prank upon us, u will pay 4 every remark, 4 every scar, and 4 every tear, 4 we a different, and we r proud...
sacrifice by jessica truong
in order to live, wun must give, in order 4 wun to smile, wun must cry, not knowin the price to be paid, jush to live anotha day, jush to take anotha step, jush to take anotha breath, jush to find the real u, jush to find da real me, to find true love, b4 heading below or above, 4 every new thing found, we must leave sumthing behind, not knowing wut it is, until u realize u dont hab it no mo...
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