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47 lines
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somehow, I can't get into an entr0pic mood tonight. it's a
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school night. they oppress me, you know. my school. that
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place is a wasteland. hell, I don't want to go there anymore,
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since there's no challenge, they're erasing my mind, erasing
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all creativity I might have, anything, so I become like them,
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it's their simple plan. very simple, no? I think so. I grow
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up, get a desk job, be like my father. happyhappy. I have a
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family then, too. with about 3 kids; maybe an older boy, then
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a girl, and then another boy or girl. the sex of the last
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child doesn't really matter to me, U know? here I am,
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deteriorating again. I'm going 2 say "2" instead of "to", and
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"U" instead of "you", and "B" instead of "be". I don't want 2
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bother with this schitt. I should go do my schitty homework
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that they give me 2 dull all the senses in my mind. why should
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I have time 2 myself, 2 think? then I might rebel! and we
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can't have that. I mean, I might do something like write a
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file like this, which might actually make someone think about
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their life, and what it's like, and why they bother living in
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the real_world, in the real_life, where it's all at. they're
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all just bricks in the wall, I don't like 2 quote floyd since
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I don't listen 2 them, but they had a real point there with
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their song. we all are just pawns . . . just slaves 2 them.
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they will turn us in2 mr.businessman, mrs.businessman,
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ms.businessman. in our desks, all with suits on that hide our
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body, the way we look and feel will B shielded from everyone,
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but noone will care since their feelings will B shielded 2.
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the future, live it. choke and enjoy. creativity here will go
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in2 a state of entropy, and deteriorate. I just hope that
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their blank minds and faces and lives will deteriorate B4 we
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all fall victim and become those of blank faces and minds and
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lives. ghod have mercy on their empty souls. what if I died,
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and noone ever read this? is this a suicide note, 2 B found
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when the smell forces them 2 come up and look at the computer
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and see what is on the screen and think 'oh the poor child he
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could have grown up 2 B just like his father.' but I might
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just take an X-acto knife 2 my wrists <across for hospital
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down for death> and they would find this and think why and they
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wouldn't understand the significance of this file.
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"did not find you" -my text editor
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