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Second Family
Sometimes,
I wonder what I'm like to other people.
I don't understand those words that have been scarred out by people that I trust.
But I know one thing for sure:
I don't care.
I've cared for so long, that I'm utterly sick of it!
No more getting yelled at,
no more crying.
I don't have anyone to be there I thought, but that changed.
My second family...
My friends have been there.
They tell me the nots, and the do's.
They tell me what I need to hear when I need to hear it.
There's so much stuff I got to say,
but not this,
its the end of this.
Don't look at me with pity, only when I need it.
Don't think of me as a child,
when I'm not.
Remember,
I smile so my second family can smile and laugh with me too.
I'll cry when I have to, and I'll run only to them.
I am stronger than I look,
and
I can't take this stupid crap anymore.
So if you
disrespeact
my second family,
my friends,
then you better be ready to hear a
freaking mouth full!
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