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This place isn't comfortable anymore, it's like the comfy old canvas couch got replaced with a crunchy sticky leather couch. Percieved upgrade, but not really. The old one was better and I want it back.
The new principal is trying but it's still not legit.
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Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind,
Possessing and caressing me
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