What Do I Do
Sometimes I sit here
crying and throwing
things.
Thinking that it will
help my problems but
it don't.
And my heart is beating
fast,my head is hurting.
But I still don't no what
to do,I'm
Woundering
Now!!!
Copyright © Curtissa Pryor | Year Posted 2005
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