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You look at me with them beaded black holes you call eyes. The stare of a thousand needles going into me. You judge as if you haven't been in our place. Yet at our age you were probably worse, The badest kid of them all. Now that your up there on your high throne you make us fell as if we are the bad ones. Well sir i have something to tell you! we shall not be put down among the others you call Holiganz and the trouble makers of the world. We are not todays Problem, but todays answer. Today we stand up and show you that we can make a difference. You act as if you know us, but today you will be reading another book as you have judged from the cover.
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