Preps, jocks,freaks, and geeks... are just some things they call us... Each havin its own defination... each havin its own punishment Separatin old friends, and makin them acquitances... Losin who you really were and.. findin what "they" want.... Everyone is put in their place, never daring to move.. for the simple fear of rejection... But who are these ppl. to choose my place in life... who are these ppl. to choose my happiness.... For inside we are all the same.. all of us are able to love and hate... all of us want to be luved and wanted... so why do u feel the need to divide us.. why do u decide to follow the crowd.... They are the preps,jocks,freaks and geeks... and i seem to fit none.. so what do i become?Where do i belong? and who the hell are you to decide???Birth sign: Aquarius
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