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The Words Around Here


They say we're a drug school, but thats only halfway true. They try to stay cool when they hear, "Hey, you!" But when its not them, they continue. The drugs, the money, the deals. All of it is real! It's pathetic really. All the people who pitty. Not many people here are witty You want to help, but they're too ignorant. So, you ignore it, but it gets worse. This is Avon. Where nobody cares. Nobody tries.
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