you may have seen me in the halls, or stumbling into class, why should i give a shit, whay do i need to pass, what you need to pass, is another fucken joint, just being in the place, i dont see the point, for this fucked up chirade, hows this gonna help me, when real choices have to be made, when i enter the "real" world, and begin my stuggle and fight, nothing you have taught me, will help me win tonight, who on the streets will ask me, where the first gastanks were made, or why doesnt the grass grow so good in the shade, nothing you have taught me, will help heal the depression, nothing you have taught has stuck, not one fucking lesson......
Reason for writing:
ok i wrote this eleventh grade i hurt myself real real bad in a basketball game......looong story anyway i reverted to getting high and all that shit and lost everything i had ever dreamed for your worst enemies could be your closest freinds.......
Birth sign: Aries
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