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thank you....
Thank you!
For kicking me down when i was on the floor,
For picking on me by the school doors,
For talking behind my back,
Like im some kind of psichopath.
Thank you,
For staring at me when i made it through something,
For whispering in halls,
And pushing me into the stalls.
Thank you,
For not letting me be myself,
But....
I dont care how many times you,
Kick me down,
I will get up,
I dont care about your picking,
Because one day i'll snap,
And all of you will regret it.
For kicking me down when i was on the floor,
For picking on me by the school doors,
For talking behind my back,
Like im some kind of psichopath.
Thank you,
For staring at me when i made it through something,
For whispering in halls,
And pushing me into the stalls.
Thank you,
For not letting me be myself,
But....
I dont care how many times you,
Kick me down,
I will get up,
I dont care about your picking,
Because one day i'll snap,
And all of you will regret it.
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