Its a Thrill
Every time I go
to the place we know
I get sad inside
and i want to hide
when i think of you
and the things you do
I want to run away
break down and cry
And Its a thrill
But it kills
and we're still
not anywhere
and i know that we're not going soon
but i don't care.
BY: Ava Douglass
Age: 12
Copyright © Ava Douglass | Year Posted 2010
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