Sometime

sometime

Sometime

Sometime I wonder,
Why I’m ex surely in live,
I’ve got a lot of problems,
I do much tings not good.

Sometime I wane be someone else,
I wane be someone how can do things good,
In the eyes of andere class mate,
But I’m not like that,
I’m different,
I’m myself,
I’m special.

But sometime I love myself,
With my friends and family,
They love me,
I’m one of them.

Sometime people ask me,
something they don’t know,
And I know the answer,
I help than,
That feels good.

This is me,
This is how I am.

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ik ben niet echt heel goe in engels dus schijf fouten gelever door te geven
alvast bedank

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