School

Its a prision for your soul
Its a place to make you heart cold
Its a jungle only few survie
Its a place you force yourself to strive
Its a place you cannot escape
Its a place im forced to go everyday

((though the eyes of the weak))
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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April 28, 2010 at 10:47 AM
bam, i use to think the same thing than i grew up with, it goes away or maybe not,..p.d.
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