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** I hade written this poem in German, so i just translated into English. Some of it got lost in translation, and it doesn't flow as well, but I still kinda like it.**

Some days i just like to
sit
and think
and ponder
on what is going on
8th grade
the hardest year
the one were every one fights
and every one wants out
and wants to just disappear
and rid them selves of all the problems
what they don't realize
is that they aren't alone
people will pass
and see me
starring off into space
wondering
hoping
and missing
having a longing
i wish i could fulfill
but knowing
it will never be
and missing some more
and yet
i am grateful
grateful for what i have.
very grateful
and yet i still long.