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Mad Face

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Chained to the ground on which I walk Looking for the key to break my locks Beaten with sticks and bruised by stones I carry on with broken bones I scream and cry to no avail I pull on my chains and ultimately fail Freedom is within my grasp I struggle against my bonds till I collapse Your amused at my attempts I will break free, a promise at best My bonds grow weaker with each passing day So watch your back, there will be hell to pay


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Classes all morning Then nothing to do Just sit here and wait Read a book or two Night class starts ~About damn time~ Its been a long day ~Can we get out before nine?~ Eye lids close Just resting the eyes Snap open wide Spew a few lies Awake for 10 seconds Then drift back to sleep Head starts to bob ~Hey! Look a sheep!~ Head propped up To fake being awake Eyes are closed A soft snore escapes Suddenly with out warning The "THUNK" is quite loud A face met the desk Laughter engulfs
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Life is short, Break the rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably & never regret anything that made you smile (Ruslana Korshunova)
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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Life is short, Break the rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably & never regret anything that made you smile (Ruslana Korshunova)
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