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High school

by Punkfoot

It's not cool Your brain is a utopia but it's not invincible You make one wrong move and you're out Don't tear from the roots up and claim "it wasn't me" Every decision that you make is on you You stare in the mirror and what do you see? something you don't want to be? All you have to do is change who you are Make decisions that will benefit over falter Kids these days thinking that it's cool to do drugs and drunk drive Killing themselves and leaving there family behind For what? Now your mom got one less mouth to feed? Fuck that I'm tired of this illusion that deterring your health is what gets you by "I just need another drink, another hit" You need help, you're sick Get up, change your dirty ass clothes that you've been sleeping in for the past week and take a shower It's not a math equation its commonsensical You're not cool
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