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There is a room In a small highschool Where the teenage Heart aches Came to die On a couch where the poets came to lie And contemplate The diffrence between dying and suicide While the future Directors organized Asking whether she was ugly enough to be beautifully alive Or just dead inside Such a place Such Liberty Watch your children For in this On the couch where the poets came to lie and the directors conversed in the small highschool There They learned what it feels Like to be alive
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Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 3:51 PM UTC
Freshman Year
There is a room In a small highschool Where the teenage Heart aches Came to die On a couch where the poets came to lie And contemplate The diffrence between dying and suicide While the future Directors organized Asking whether she was ugly enough to be beautifully alive Or just dead inside Such a place Such Liberty Watch your children For in this On the couch where the poets came to lie and the directors conversed in the small highschool There They learned what it feels Like to be alive
Dedicated To Sierra, Jess, Destiny, Johannah and Jocelyn D28 2010
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Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 3:51 PM UTC
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