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Why am I reduced to numbers Why do marks decide my fate Why do I spend every fucking day Afraid to clean the slate Why do I feel so degraded Why do I feel so alone Why do all my peers close off their minds and feed this mindless drone

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connor-lee

American

Published: Mar 20, 2011
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