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I'm feeling like I'm worth less than what's needed
but you close your ears to me,
which makes it all the worse.
How does it feel when I'm so mad I'm swearing
every other word to keep from crying-
-or to help it-
-it's hard to tell now.
How does it feel to know that I just can't stand you anymore?
12.--(Complete the sentence)--
My mind betrays me
and my heart hates me
and sometimes, you're the only thing
a)that seems worth it anymore
b)that might be worth it anymore
c)worth it anymore
d)all of the above
Yet despite you and everything, I'm an exception to your rule.
How does that happen,
again and again and again?
Rules are silly, I don't FIT rules, they fit me like a baggy pair of guy jeans from the salvo down the street
But again...
Sometimes I'm scared you're a repeat, a version 1.0 with a 2.0 sticker slapped on
But then...
you say you drink half and half
you say you liked Rock-a-doodle
you say something, anything **NEW**
so I hold a little tighter than I might have meant to.
but you close your ears to me,
which makes it all the worse.
How does it feel when I'm so mad I'm swearing
every other word to keep from crying-
-or to help it-
-it's hard to tell now.
How does it feel to know that I just can't stand you anymore?
12.--(Complete the sentence)--
My mind betrays me
and my heart hates me
and sometimes, you're the only thing
a)that seems worth it anymore
b)that might be worth it anymore
c)worth it anymore
d)all of the above
Yet despite you and everything, I'm an exception to your rule.
How does that happen,
again and again and again?
Rules are silly, I don't FIT rules, they fit me like a baggy pair of guy jeans from the salvo down the street
But again...
Sometimes I'm scared you're a repeat, a version 1.0 with a 2.0 sticker slapped on
But then...
you say you drink half and half
you say you liked Rock-a-doodle
you say something, anything **NEW**
so I hold a little tighter than I might have meant to.
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Come in, I said quietly.
The door opened to reveal Fang standing there, wearing his jacket. His dark hair was now a little bit longer. It reached the middle part of his neck. I then realized I was staring at him. He smiled unexpectedly and came inside. I sat up, hoping he wouldnt make fun of me. But then I got the feeling that hed also
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Besides, she knew exactly about what.
And it was strolling sleepily in the kitchen.
Hey, Fang! Iggy said. How the heck did he know it was him?, Max wondered. Hows your day looking up? he added with an excessive good mood.
Fang groaned. Ig
have you had a sugar overdose? he slumped down in the chair opposite Max. She avoided looking at him.
What? Cant I be nice to my fellow friends? Okay, Fan
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"Max thinks about Fang a lot," Angel was saying excitedly. I raised my eyebrows and made a mental note: Lecture Angel about thought-peeking later on. "And Fang thinks about her, too. I reckon they're in love."
'Reckon'... I thought. Angel must've been reading the dictionary while in the bathro
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Back with a poem, yay.
Title from what I was thinking right before the birth of this crazy poem.
Title from what I was thinking right before the birth of this crazy poem.
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She lives!!! I like the part with the multiple choice...very creative.