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this life isn't for pretending, we open our book, just to wait for the ending and how it's gonna turn out, but all that's depending on how we act, who we are, but are we really going far judging kids on who they are by the model of their car and it's sad when kids are dying, because one wants attention but we're not going to cure bad by handing out detentions where do we cross the line, it's the bad that's being mentioned they expect us to better ourselves, just by reprimanding we need help, but it's just hate that we're sending so it's a game of survival, they just left us fending
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
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this life isn't for pretending, we open our book, just to wait for the ending and how it's gonna turn out, but all that's depending on how we act, who we are, but are we really going far judging kids on who they are by the model of their car and it's sad when kids are dying, because one wants attention but we're not going to cure bad by handing out detentions where do we cross the line, it's the bad that's being mentioned they expect us to better ourselves, just by reprimanding we need help, but it's just hate that we're sending so it's a game of survival, they just left us fending
nick-m
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
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