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I got more pimples on the back
I feel ripped off.
Here I am writing, with a band-aid wrapped around my finger and my nose running, I'm sick.
I can't go to school.
I'm missing a day and somehow there are always gaps.
What was the homework?
What did you do today?
No Answer.
Even the days before, I always sent it to you in a structured manner.
It always helped someone, even when they laughed at me for the way I wrote.
I acted like I didn't notice.
Always been online.
I enjoy helping because I'm doing something good.
But where is the back wheel?
I sometimes forget something, I sometimes lose something, I can't always and won't always want to.
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Adna Demiri
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