It's a horrible one.
Don't know how long I can stand this oppression.
Waiting and waiting
for my sister to get up.
Holding and holding
'till I cant blow my top.
Burning cold.
Icy hot.
Not even close to getting old.
I don't know how I can not.
Getting on Facebook,
Reading a book.
It's an obsession that I can not stop.
On top.
Number uno.
Don't go on Facebook and I go "Uh-oh."
The computer is like heaven.
My world's the PC.
Facebook's my haven.
Just can't you see?
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*I wrote this in eight grade, when I first started writing, so tear it up! I already did just typing this up.
