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When did it come to this? cold steel against my chest my heart aches why am I alive?
My life... from the moment I was born it was wrong they told me that I shouldn't be here they feared me so they cast me out and so I was an outcast A forbidden child... that's what I was
I remember... falling... it seemed like forever I was born at the bottom so it seemed like the only way I could go was up but I just went farther down
They found me and raised me but my cruelty surp
The Outcast

Outcast In my years of education, I’ve realized one thing; teenagers are like animals. Seriously, somebody ought to do one of those discovery channel specials on them. I mean, it’s all the same, their always divided into different groups. This really shows in the high school lunch room. For example, all of the Tracey’s, Brittany’s, Whitney’s, Tiffany’s, and any other name that ends with a “y” sit at the Cheerleader/Abercrombie and Fitch table. There’s also what I like to call the Baseball/Football/Basketball pricks sit. Not to mention the guys, that even though they are almost 5 or 6 years over the age of the target audienOutcast
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