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my worst injury happened today. i panted and swore over and over more. the fear on my face was plain. when all youve had are cuts and bruises, you have no right to complain. i thought my whole body was fine, besides a little weight. but no my knee has to pop to the side and hurt just like a female dog. no other physical injury has been as bad as this. i was so scared i thought id die. my broken heart has nothing compared to this at the moment, to have you knee slide while going down stairs acan be traumatizing. i hope i dont need a bolt to hold my patella in place. this is the worst poem ever!!! but ill post it anywayz

I am considered happy by my friends, but around them is when i don't feel the pain so much. Truth is it's just a mask i put on, nobody has really seen myself stripped raw because I've hidden it so well. What is part of my sadness is I have hidden so long that I do not know how to come out of the secret place I went to. I don't remember myself, or where the secret or its key lies within me. Do not judge me or label me without my consent, it is the same as betraying the one's you love. Accept that i have grown sad and depressed. That i have no true outlet of which to release myself. Friends of mine if you are reading this... I am sorry you had

                                                                    Sealand finally becomes a country after prussia spazzes during a very random meeting snacks were supplied much to everyones delight, though while america pigged out prussia decided to have some salt and vineger chips and some coca-cola, the result was disasterous... britain: ok everyone! lets start! germany: yes let us begin. italy: why is pasta not included in the snacks? america: in between bites* because..my food.. is ... the ...be...st,,, prussia: these chips and coke are pretty good together. italy: oooh, can i try some prussia? prussia: NEIN!!!! italy: but why not? prus