How Life Goes
Everyday I walk though these fucking hallways.
Sit in this fucking desk.
Talk to these fucking people.
Look at this fucking teacher.
Read this fucking book.
Do this fucking homework.
Eat this fucking food.
Lay in this fucking bed.
Love this fucking boy.
I'm done.
Tomorrow I gonna run through the fucking hallways.
Sit on the fucking floor.
Look at the fucking wall.
Tear the fucking book.
Toss my fucking homework.
Throw up this fucking food.
Cry in this fucking bed.
Hate this fucking boy.
Hate this fucking world.
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