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Stuck
by
June Bug
I feel like screaming. And maybe I am
But how would you know what I am feeling?
You are no foe, you are no friend,
And no matter what I say,
It seems I will forever be condemned,
And whatever I do,
Is never enough,
Not for you,
I guess I've got no luck,
Not in family, not in friends,
Not even in enemies,
But I guess that I'll mend,
Over time,
I'll start to stop,
Hating my life,
And think of all the things that are good,
Or the things that should,
And I'm not sure of what I'll do,
I'm not sure I have a clue,
But right now,
I'll let the screams fall out,
Of my big fat mouth,
Let it all go.
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