7 th grade

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7th grade, in the middle of middle school, friends come and go, thought i wouldn't be able to make it, thought about hurting myself, Mybe being out of the picture would have been better, 7th grade, a year when my ride cam crashing down on me, nobody liked me, nobody cared about me, no firends, no day to live by, as the year ended; i knew it would be fine, teachers were mean, kids were mean, and my parents were mean, but at the end of 7th grade, i had made it, i was done, i was still here. just me and no one.

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ChristinaBeni94

That it is true about me

savigirl14

This is simple but it tells about the true pain you felt in seventh grade. Please read my poems and tell me what you think.

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