Starry nights

by kat   May 8, 2007


Starry nights,
flying kites,
how grate life used to be,
a few more years,
thats all i wished,
but now i am 13,
i lay awake,
a tear in my eye,
no one understands,
no one tries and no one cares,
i might as well just die.

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