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And I gave my apple to the teacher because
I thought it'd make me brilliant, but
All I got was a rotten core in the garbage at
3:00pm

And I gave my heart to the boy because
I thought a little makeup and some
Risqué clothing would do the trick,but
All I got were black watermarks stained
On my cheeks and a frozen soul at
2:41am

And I gave everything to everyone because
I was so obsessed by how I was perceived
In the eyes of everyone but myself, but
All I got was a broken soul that was too tired
To even finish this poem of all my
Disappointments and misjudgements
But
That would take forever anyways and its already
11:37pm on the clock,

But at 3:00am in my mind, which is
Parallel to my rotten soul.

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