Your life.

Mon, 05/08/2017 - 12:43 -- Neftee

You feel it.

The itching in your soul.

You don't want to go.

But for some reason you have to.


They said so.

The teachers and politicians.

They said you have to go.

So you go, and you hate yourself .


You keep going.

Every day you put a uniform on.  

You go to work,

You hate it, you hate yourself.


I got no advice for you.

It sucks bad.

I wish you could find freedom.

But we don't get that.



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