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Even the rainbows seem gray in this puddle we call Elmira Slushy in winter, sticky in summer I wish I could feel safe at night Mark Twain is buried here and his ghost continues to haunt us
you must wonder why I'm here to get some money to study with peers to avoid the parties and the beers is the reason i am here I must be honest i need some cash because my classes I need to pass
You are a child's entertainment. You are my entertainment. They scoff at your gaudy colours, They play you off as too innocent for their rebellious excursions. But I am here waiting with you
How? How can I let my emotions Come back into play When they have destroyed me
O' how cruel mine own heart be! It cares not if my head forbids It to love so as to not be twain in half again.
Twain says not to let school Interfere with learning. Well, teach, I've gotta say You are getting in my way. I need to learn: how to think, How to live, how to be.
I'm no Maya Angelou, Mark Twain, or Emerson. I don't yet know my dearest complaints, intents, or direction. I've never been hurt so bad that I've been deeply pained, I have, however, seen enough to know that we need change.