2017 High School Self Rebelion
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Remain stuck, to figure out ways to cross the bridge
Across it, lies the finish line that We cringe for
Be dammed before you dont try and reach it
Have faith in your alliegance
So never fade, We meant it
Remain stuck, to figure out ways to cross the bridge
Across it, lies the finish line that We cringe for
Be dammed before you dont try and reach it
Have faith in your alliegance
So never fade, We meant it
I sit in a desk
scrawled with black pen,
of words smudged and long forgotten.
Curses and doodles and dreams
are blurred across beige wood.
Worn seat with screws loose,
squeak as I recline. And write
