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How To Learn Nowadays


This poem was written in a history class in high school. - I didn't like history...




A green facade on a cardboard box.
My empty thoughts are in Fort Knox.
I don't think I'll ever get free
Of all these manacles that I see.
I'm locked up tight - can NEARLY move,
But all the times I've tried to, you've
Made me fade away again
To hide between the many men
That somehow seems to be awake.
My own attention is a fake.
My mind is dead. God knows how long.
Every piece of life is gone.
All I do is sit and rotten;
All my dreams have been forgotten.
I can't remember a single thing!
Hopefully the bell will ring.
    - Me


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