Blind eye

First day, "oh great" another imagination prison

I thought that was ahead of me; little did I know it would lead me to the relem of creativity

I could hear the ruthum of down town calm and comforting

Class was held in the Alameda abandened theater

Half of it was closed off when it became a school

When I walked in to the teal room my perception on the education systum; completely changed~

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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