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A QUITTER by RASPUTINA
I have worked out every small detail In this plan I've made. This thing which cannot fail. I dare myself to do this one thing. You can have my car Go and take everything.
All that's good is gone. It's gone I have tried too long.
I don't think I'll miss my mom & dad, The class I cut, All the friends I never had., These things I won't miss, Won't miss me.
My house, My block, The baby bird I set free. The dance that I was never asked to, The teachers that thought they knew me. They'll all remember what I did. They'll ask "Whose fault was it?" "Oh she was just a kid."
I'll be glad to go, you see. You don't even know me. Not at all.
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AQUITTER by RASPUTINA
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