To Be Heard Slam ( New Life)

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I sit on my bed with the blinds half closed, wondering why ; the people of this world try to be so cold and crass. Don't they realize that life is a journey, that goes round and round , just like a clock that goes tick tock. I sit here and envision about all the people who cannot hear the clock go tick tock. To all of you, who are so cold and boorish. Remember we are just starting in a new school called life, which is the start of our new beginning.

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