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So...
Where the heck do I start from?

I guess no where.. ;__;
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Anyways, have a load a work that I need to do.
School and tutor are killers.
Where the mentality closes down within the kill.
Objects fly from one to another as they hit lifelessly towards the face
damaging your sanity and enhancing the pain within.
Figures blurred and figures come towards you
leaving a dent, a scar,
No one knew. No one knows.
Because the figures will come back and haunt you where you vulnerability holds in tightly.
You search and seek.
You laugh as the world goes bleak.
Nothing understands nor stands in your place.
Never to be understood nor taken care of
as the world collapses gently to a silent
explosion.
Beautifully.

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I don't know how I got from a complaining statement to a poem (ish?) wtff.. o-o