There's just no more poetry left in me.
I hate failing at everything and I hate being hated my my mom and I hate fighting with my sister and I hate who I am and how hard it is to change so I can become someone better.
And I just want to go to sleep until this weekend. And maybe then things will be okay once I leave this place, and I will have one of the most spectacular nights of my young life.
Maybe I'll get my poetry back.
I want to be back out in the rain.
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You're not hated and you shouldn't hate yourself, because you're a beautiful person. You are perfect in your imperfections and you're my friend. And I know how you feel but you can't sleep it away. Trust me. I've done my share of stupid things of recent and I have my secrets and I go on living life anyways because every time I try to sleep it away, I wake up, realize it hasn't gone anywhere, then feel like I've been hit by a train. It's better to know it's coming. To face it. Yeah. And your poetry never left you. It's just hiding.
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