She got loud and i just stared at her miserably wishing i had never seen her her and her friends acting like they had been raised in a barn, and had never seen a sweater made of yarn and still i press onward to parts unknown things in school they have never shown brothers lying dead and no one really cares life is nothing if not fair white girl gets killed and says yes to believing in jesus its a tragedy black guy get gets killed for trying to defend his mother business as always when we gonna learn no one's life is more important then anyone else's but the spiral continues then i see this girl talking loudly about something no one wants to hear about i want to walk over to her, and just begin to shout "that boy you say is supposed to be a fag i'm betting he wouldn't fuck you with a paper bag over your head you ruin everything for me and this life i've led just one person i'm sick of and this really aint cool" "its ghettoblaster time, fool."Birth sign: Aries
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