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Post by redlightshooter on May 18, 2006 16:45:34 GMT -5
As I sit here,bored in math, I think of the pain in the world.
As I sit here,alone at lunch, I wish death upon my enemies.
As I sit here,Looking around me,I despise all I see.
As I sit here,drinking my RC,I question the governmental purpose.
As I sit here,taking a shit,I think of the past life.
As I sit here,waiting for the bus,I scour my want for material needs.
As I sit here,listening to the radio,I envy the artist's talents.
As I sit here,writing this poem,I think about the end.
I wrote this at school,i was in a bad mood earlier.
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