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Eros Jun 2021
Depression was gained
Brains were strained
As we enter the game,
We knew it couldn’t be the same

We were supposed to be anew
But we all knew
School is only a prison
Even though we listen

We have finally risen
Speaking about the feelings
Like the red roses
Blooming in the fields
Causing healings

School has been causing friction
So I use fiction,
To stop a restriction
So I wouldn’t let the tears glisten

As school ends,
I hope for a happier time
But I can get in line
As I’m not the only one
Who has been inflicted
And restricted
This is about my experience this year with school along with my general thoughts on school.Also is for a school project.
Pc Aug 2014
although the voices in my head may not be real
               i still listen to what they say , and even feel what they feel
                  so if you too had dreamt what iv'e dreamed
          It would all be surreal
                  but its a nightmare, which derives from memories
                                     life is what you make it
                                we all have similar tendencies
           its simple mathematics
                   you start with parenthesis, experience the exponents
                      and multiply the time wasted, divide that by zero
                                and your in the same situation
                      it a numbers game in addition to the subtraction
          Numbers
                are the only thing go on forever, its a LimitLess attraction

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