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They **** you up your teachers man. They do not mean to but they do. They dictate all the things we can And all the drugs we cannot do. But they were ****** up in their turn, Encaged in essays, books, and notes, And half the time were drunk or ****** And half with pills thrown down their throats. Teachers teach our misery to us, Wreaking havoc on our mental health, So study as much as you possibly can, And for God's sake do not teach yourself.
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
This Be The Truth.
They **** you up your teachers man. They do not mean to but they do. They dictate all the things we can And all the drugs we cannot do. But they were ****** up in their turn, Encaged in essays, books, and notes, And half the time were drunk or ****** And half with pills thrown down their throats. Teachers teach our misery to us, Wreaking havoc on our mental health, So study as much as you possibly can, And for God's sake do not teach yourself.
shane-oltingir
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
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