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I'm SICK of ... "RESTRICTIONS" .... !!!!! "DON'T say THAT and DON'T say THIS !" ... What's The Point of Having Lips ... !?!
When tragedies happen we often think, "it didn't happen to me, So it doesn't matter as much" we think we are a safe distance from the violence.  That's what they want us to think. 
123 binds me I wish they would set me free. I simply want to be.   
Eyes cold, glassy Body stiff, unmoving I'm perfect. Body in position. Sit still! Face rosy, smile painted on Any other emotion obliterated, gone. Smile. SMILE! Don't let them see,
Why all the restrictions? There are so many, they are suffocating me. It's no wonder I have this devastating addiction. Recall that similie of ones life and a tree? Well, it apllies to me in every sense.
I’m told   Follow your dreams   Challenge yourself   Learn all that you can   Elementary   But if you don’t do well on the test How could you know it at all  
Schools can be too restrictive They make you pay in order to park in their parking lot everyday They make you gather in certain areas before the bell They forced us to sit down instead of stand in the morning
You were my everything my used to be and always you left a lingering taste on my lips, from your kiss you gave me words to say and like a puppet and her master I repeated every one
Limits, limits They seem so fucken fun! In actuality they make me want to run Run into the sun Away from restrictions
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