1,2,3,4,5,6, that's how many guitar strings there are low e, a, d, g, b, high e. How's it going for me right now? I don't think I'm taking choir for much longer anymore. People take the fun out of it. The one thing I enjoy is what people take away from me. I hate it, I hate this, I hate myself, I wish I would've died while I was a baby. At least then, I wouldn't be as rememberable as I am now. I've lived long enough. Life is the true hell. Living is hell. Death is the true peace. Why would anyone be afraid to die?? I mean, sure, if you've never experienced pain, frustration, or agony, then yeah, I guess you wouldn't want to die. I hate feeling this way. I fucking hate it. I stormed out of the choir room, which used to be my favorite class. I'm not the same anymore. With each year that comes, I’m getting more and more and more fed up with life because I've never had the true happiness like you hear from movies or friends or whatever. I don't think I'll ever get it because of who I am, because of how I act. I probably broke a few hearts, but one of them is not mine. No one wants to do what I want for once. Fine, have it your way. And I'll play it mine.
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PoetryIdk what the hell this is. I'm just gonna write what comes to mind. This is probably going to be a entry that has a lot of parts, I don't know how many exactly, I just know that it will go on for a while.
