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Graduation.


The world is cruel, The world is new. Confusion all around, How am I supposed to know what to do? I have no clue what i'm doing. Frozen as i finish up the last bit, Trying to succeed for the future. I cant do it. I don't know how. Why didn't anyone teach me? They say they are getting us ready for the future. Teaching us how to get ahead how to survive on our own, We sit in a crowded environment. Doing paperwork all day. They don't teach us how to be on our own, They don't teach us how to survive. They talk about it sure, but after 13 years of going to the same place. 183 days a year. 2379 days in average of going to the same place and doing the same thing. By the time we are 6574 days old we are expected to be able to do everything by ourselves. Be self sufficient. Nonetheless of the fact that around half our lives were spent in a place where we had to go, To a place where our power of speech is limited. We are expected to sit down and shut up. Everything we are told is law and there is nothing we can do to change it, We must listen to them, they are never wrong. If we have an opinion they must smash it and replace it. We are told to think for ourselves as we are taught to think like them. What are we supposed to do? They wait and then take everything we ever knew away from us. We are told to go to college where the real teachings begin. To get a job and drive a car Some people get help from everyone around them Pushing and shoving and guiding Some are expected to know what to do already There are opportunities all around us But must we cant get without help You cant get a job without a car You cant get a car without money In fact you cant get a license without money for them to teach you Never ending cycles all around us. How do we get out of it? Who is going to help us? What are we supposed to do?
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