Apr 2013
I'm more than scared, and far from alone,
and so every night, you will hear my moan.
Aside from the everyday pressures we face,
I face one other, it's quite a disgrace.
This demon I speak, leaves me bare and left cold,
yet I continue to ignore all I've been told.
All the great things I've become blessed to acknowledge,
surpass all the things taught in this bullshit called college.
Cause the answers I seek, don't reside in a book.
But knowing me, I'd be sure to look.
Cause I'm jumping around from place to place,
my very own mother may not recognize this face.
Andrew Schwab
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Andrew Schwab  Land of the privledged...
(Land of the privledged...)   
   ---, Emily Tyler and Gary Muir
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