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Jan 2015
School, a prison of useless knowledge and useless people who
Uselessly torment others, including me.
Vibrant colors fill the halls but to me it all seems gray.
My day is long, as my face. I sit to wonder.
"What is of this place?"
It's like a maze, but of the mind. Wandering aimlessly in hopes to find the exit, but even when I escape.
**I come back the next day
On a more personal note I do know School is not useless and because of school we have all that we do today from the brilliant men and women who work to advance our future. But this is just a 'vision' if you will of what I see every day in my high-school routine, and what I experience.
Quentin House
Written by
Quentin House  Willard, MO.
(Willard, MO.)   
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