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Dear You,

I Love you, you know.
You make me mad a lot though.

At first, I thought you were right
That every time we would fight.

You would tell me it was my fault.
Yea, now i know what that means, assault.

I didn't do everything you say.
Yea, I do have clay.

And right now mine is being molded
And right now I am very offended.

Because you failed.
It was then when I exhaled,
I felt like i was jailed.

Couldn't go anywhere.
You thought I was unaware.
I sat down and did a little prayer.

I knelled by my bed,
and said, no i don't want you to be dead.
i just don't think i want you to be wed.

At that time i started to cry
I just wanted to say good-bye,
and i just didn't want a reply.

Now you say I am mean,
You say i am a total Drama Queen.
I am growing up now, I am almost a teen.

You have to understand that I am smarter than I look
I am not like them, I am not a crook.
Even if that is how I look

Please note this letter
and I know i am not any better

But when i get older I hope i am.
So that everything i say, doesn't end up in a jam.

(sincerely) yours,
Me.