Confessions of who I really am...
Dad...
My throat really isn't itchy
But I'm a smoker
I really don't have friends
I'm a loner
I tell you have I have to work early
When really I don't
I do it just to get away from mom and home
I tell you I'm over my aunt
And she isn't like a mom
But heres the truth
This is whats going on
I still love her
and talk to her alot
I tell you I'm going to a friends house
And no where else
And I tell you I stopped doing drugs in 7th grade
But I was wrong
I still do weed every now and then
It's all i got its my best friend....
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Hiddenotposted on 09/25/2009
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