highschool
highschool
they say its the place youll love
they say its walls are filled with joy and cheerful memory
they dont talk about the pain
the never ending tourment
the neglect of a young soul do to look or race or money in their wallet
why do they block out the bad and fill our heads with good
becuase the truth would be too much for some
but for some the truth is all they can handel
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