Confessions of an 11 year old girl
I’m annoying,
That’s what everyone else says to me.
An 11 year old girl trapped in a world where kids are mean
And unhappiness is around every corner.
Cold, like ice clutching to my heart, so cold
Not even fire could put it out.
And when I go to bed at night on my wooden bed,
I know that my teachers still love me
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