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			High School Hell 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			This place is a prison Of stereotypes and cliches, Catty people And blooming dreams. I stepped into this hell hole, Braving a new world. Breathing in the nasty air Of hatred and deceit. Half the school are sluts, Half are druggies. Mixing with dealers And people who are neither. But here I am, Still here. Breathing in the nasty air And choking along the way. 
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	Unsettled I cannot prepare for that which I cannot foresee; therefore, forgive me should I appear constantly unsettled by your behavior. The only patterns I base my life on are yours, and the routine which I derive from your behavior is only as solid as your adherence to your own behavioral patterns. If I cannot understand you, how can I live for you? What does a blind, deaf, quadriplegic baby get for Christmas? *Cancer* Cure for overpopulation = Bubonic Plague  | 
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			Ninja Shit  (ode to zwoti) 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	
	I braced myself for the icy splash that never came, instead the turd slipped into the water noiselessly, like a thief in the night.  | 
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			i guell i'm out............i don't have any poems about shit.  oh wait.  a haiku......... 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			Oh porcelin throne So bright and shiny before Shit hit the water. 
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	Unsettled I cannot prepare for that which I cannot foresee; therefore, forgive me should I appear constantly unsettled by your behavior. The only patterns I base my life on are yours, and the routine which I derive from your behavior is only as solid as your adherence to your own behavioral patterns. If I cannot understand you, how can I live for you? What does a blind, deaf, quadriplegic baby get for Christmas? *Cancer* Cure for overpopulation = Bubonic Plague  | 
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			Backfire 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			Trust is hard to find these days It comes and goes in waves, Hiding in the tiny cracks Of rocks along the way. People have no morals They speak before they think Leaving others behind, To sink in the mess they now find. It's hard to trust It's hard to feel, Cause when you entrust your feelings to a friend It backfires in the end. 
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	Unsettled I cannot prepare for that which I cannot foresee; therefore, forgive me should I appear constantly unsettled by your behavior. The only patterns I base my life on are yours, and the routine which I derive from your behavior is only as solid as your adherence to your own behavioral patterns. If I cannot understand you, how can I live for you? What does a blind, deaf, quadriplegic baby get for Christmas? *Cancer* Cure for overpopulation = Bubonic Plague  | 
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