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My School


Hey, there go the jocks. Faouse rappers is who they try to mock. Then theyre are the emos. Death cross genderes are their heroes. So there are the pretty boys. Who think women are plain toys. There go the nerds. Usually in their own herd. There are the metalheads, calm, but not if you mess with their head. Now there are the gangsters. Not such a man, not such a sir. We are all in our world. Not much mixed up or swirld. However, why cant we see, That being together is our destiny. But this is just my school. Are these your same rules?
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Hey, call me Gerry. Well i am a junior at my school. I can't say my english is well. However, i really do want to become an english teacher. It has always been my best subject. Well anyways, i am 17, play guitar and love expressing my views about life.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression!&nbsp;</p>
Poetic Herpies
Let me know what you think?

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