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A robot in an endless army of youth. Told to be brave, told to be strong. Told to stand tall and keep marching along. With nothing but orders to be believed as the truth. Grown in a world with standards and rules.
I do the same thing every morning. Wake up, get ready, leave, arrive with a slump. I see kids, and hear ‘em speak of this place a drag. It’s known as a place for kids to be “forming”.
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