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Oct 2013
We are just here wasting our lives,
crammed in a florescent room.
Pale walls, monotonous voice.
Expecting us to focus
on things that don't even matter.
While we could be out there
making a difference in something.
But instead they force us into
a florescent room with pale walls.
School is only worth-while if we learn things we will use. Otherwise we are wasting our time.
Zephyr
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Zephyr
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   Zoe, Tonya Maria, Timothy, --- and Sir B
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