School
The sounds of scribbling pencils
The smell of crisp lined paper
All the stress of all tests and quizzes you'll take
And the accompishments your parents didn't make
Exeding the limit
Of human acknowledgement
And living up to your dreams
Falling flat on your face
And building past the block of your gifts
No matter who, where, and why your where you are
There is a reason and way to get out
To go to college
And leave your home
Following your path
The goods and bads
The rights and the wrongs
You can make it through them all.
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