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So many things have hurt me...
I don't understand why...
What did I do to deserve this...
Some of them made me cry...
Side walks, Pencils and Tables...
And many more...
Toonies, plugs and paper...
I even hit the door...
Many things have got my eye...
I remember Cody's finger...
How it made my eye go red...
That horrible memory still lingers...
My fingers have been cut...
My head has been damaged...
I'm not even safe...
When I go to get a bandage...
Evil pencils have stabbed me...
Side walks have made me trip...
Tables, doors and toonies...
The pain they have brought to me...
I will never forget...
Cody's finger was the worst...
Then was the desk...
Blood going every where...
My heart racing in my chest...
I remember one night...
When I hit my head...
In the morning there was bruise...
My day was filled with dread...
I don't know why this happens...
Do I treat them bad...
I hope these memories...
Will only be what I've had...
I don't want another paper cut...
No more tables too...
I hope I don't step on a nail...
And it punctures a hole in my shoe...
I need someone to help me...
Make these things stop...
Who knows what will happen...
If I walk to the shoe shop...
I will have one shoe...
Oh what will I do...
If I trip and fall...
Will someone help me up...
How bout you...
There's nothing any one can do...
These objects must hate me...
Take that toonie for example...
Who knows maybe in a couple of years...
I might not be able to see...
Forks, and spoons have got me too...
I know your wondering how...
But there is nothing I can do...
The plug got me at the dance...
Why did I drop my purse...
I still have the scar...
And it still hurts...
I guess there's nothing I can do...
To stop this madness...
But I'm not going to live my life...
Full of sadness...
Do to an object...