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I feel like I'm no where near ready.
Like i haven't abused my moments of freedom.
Like it cant possibly be almost over,
and like a child fighting the monsters under his bed
for peaceful sleep, fighting their coos of my denial.

I think of the fun I've had out of the cage of concealment.
Where i die in the contempt room with stone harsh walls,
forcing my mouth to dry whisper, useless static.

Placing me in the womb of salted friendships,
Created by the cliche that we all suffer from.
Our lives in tact based on educational carvings.
Saluting the flag of captivity, in all of its glorious meanings.

Every room the feeling is mutual,
blank stares carried from person to person.
Walking around like dying robots needing a little "charge".
But nothing will ever come, because we walk in line to get for filed
If we forget to bring a spare pair of life with us.
I cant wait till i seek freedom, I don't think i forgot fun.

I don't need a reason to really hate school.