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Why are we here


Empty desk

empty heads

early morning

go school get good grades go colledge

go school get good grades go colledge

get good job

 

then what

 

Bullshit i say bullshit

what nexts after that bullshit

they forget to teach the important lessons

love 

hate discrimination

war poverty

self haterd

everything really

we spend 365 day a year learning the bullshit and for what

to get decent jobs have decent house decent family

 

they say reach for stars belive in your self

while in the end most of our dreams get locked away on a shelf.

Bullshit i tell you

excuse my words but these are the daily remidies of the sickning illness we all learn

 

 

sex parties

boys oh boys

fashion

popularity

in the end they say it all doesnt matter

really are you so sure when the girl cuttin herself in the back of the class

is so up set because kim kardisian excced her expectations of an ass

or that the male population force us to see beutiy in the unattanible bullshit

 

what are we here for is it all worth it

in the end of the day we die and what have we got show for it

someyou may escape the abyss and find that ignorance is more bliss

but you will never understand what it means to be happy until you le go of the expectations and go free to were you were meant to be

were is that some where with the nobodies

because being somebody isn't what it has cut out to be

 

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