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This School


I have gone to this place my whole life.

I have sat and watched the good be forbidden

I have listened to the lies and truths

 

I never tried to speak my mind about this place

People think this place has perfect qualities

They think this building contains the sweet sounds of kind minds

Everyone thinks they know how the people really act inside this place

 

But, they are all wrong

this school contains horrible thoughts

it hurts the minds of the sad

it destroys the esteem of the good

it ruins the ones who enter

 

This school isn't happy

This school isn't perfect 

This school is truly the perfect way to ruin perfection.

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