(see I told you I would get it in)

Well you say I cry once every blue moon, but know this, I do not, I cry a lot because I don't know, I don't understand, those things on my knuckles are from when I don't know, angry at the world and people because I don't know. I punch wood because I don't know, trying to understand. but in a werid way I do... people don't get me, so I try and get them... that doesn't work so i give up and ignore all people, then I feel alone, then I cry, I have a rant on my laptop on the bus, typing furiously trying to conceal my tears. then I save it to look at again, cry and remember.... but oh well... trying to keep this upbeat.... so... (your turn now)

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