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~ wrote this while i was waiting for my 6th period class to be over. substitute who didn't know what they were doing = boredom ~
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tick tock tick tock
i stare at the clock
wishing time to bend
just wanting it to end
because it's like a cell
and i'm bored as hell
in this prison they call
school
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All that is gold does not glitter,
not all those who wander are lost:
the old that is strong does not wither,
deep roots are not reached by the frost,
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
a light from the shadows shall spring...
not all those who wander are lost:
the old that is strong does not wither,
deep roots are not reached by the frost,
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
a light from the shadows shall spring...