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Memorizing lines and times a slave to the system. If the bus leaves at four what time will it arrive? They never account for traffic or a flat tire or loved ones begging you not to go. I've never heard my math teacher say he's passionate about congruent angles, or my science teacher say atomic particles have her head over heels. This is why I'm the kid looking out the window dreaming about the trees and being told to pay attention. But my attention is in the real world where passion drips from every blade of grass in the chilly morning dew. The late night hum of fireflies in love have got me falling so fast. I'm reeling in the dead of night and lusting over sunrise.
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Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
The Problem With High School
Memorizing lines and times a slave to the system. If the bus leaves at four what time will it arrive? They never account for traffic or a flat tire or loved ones begging you not to go. I've never heard my math teacher say he's passionate about congruent angles, or my science teacher say atomic particles have her head over heels. This is why I'm the kid looking out the window dreaming about the trees and being told to pay attention. But my attention is in the real world where passion drips from every blade of grass in the chilly morning dew. The late night hum of fireflies in love have got me falling so fast. I'm reeling in the dead of night and lusting over sunrise.
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Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
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