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Welcome to High School.Welcome To High School. / I'll Make You Or Break You. / Welcome To High School.
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Jul 18, 2011
Insomnia.And the clock ticks. / The ever steady click, Of the red hand as it twitches. / Unless that clock is digital.
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Jul 18, 2011
My Final Hour.What would I do with my last hour here? / I'd give up my worries and let go my fears. / I don't know how to show love.
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Jul 18, 2011
When.When did courtesy lose to selfishness? / I thought community had the upper hand but damn I guess tha Vs to he who steps on all. / Wow.
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Jul 18, 2011
Stars.I count them in the night sky. / Wish to be one on Hollywood streets. / I see them in my mind's eye.
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Jul 18, 2011
The clones.These are the clones. / They gaze at their phones and never the sky. / Never the stars for which they say they reach.
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Jul 18, 2011
Realization.And my heart strings slowly strum. / Like the sad strings of a broken violin. / She loves me.
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Jul 18, 2011
Frustration.The proof of past times. / The warning of the lost minds. / Who is more sane?
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Jul 18, 2011
My Society.Give me love. / I'll give you tears. / Give me trust.
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Jul 18, 2011
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