Pretending to listen,
I bury my head in my hands.
My eyes begin to glisten
As my heart does somersaults and handstands.
I push away my friends,
And I won't let anyone in.
I'm at me wit's end
Sick of all this necessary sin.
My life is getting too hard,
And this is no joke.
I really wish my entire life would just up in smoke.
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