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disputes of despair enclosed in the four white walls. education of mind, body and soul. time creates the bonds that can make a rich man fall. all this time and thought to reach one main frantic goal. in these walls there’s knowledge, talent and understanding. long tedious hours spent on nothing else. a piece of white paper does your nature’s branding. i don’t wanna be another fool left out on the shelf. learned from mistakes, past and present all of these mistakes may have been prevented. with a little thought and a little care these feelings of failure could have been spared. time should change accordingly to go along with life. people shouldn’t change it’s safe and sound advice. nothing lasts forever, a concept hard to grasp. live life to the fullest, it goes by all too fast. outright lies demand the truth locked up in nonsense, misunderstood youth my world starts to crumble, my walls tumble down i’m left crying the tears of a clown. as long as man can breathe, as long as his eyes can see his thoughts and dreams, torn apart at the seams.
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