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FREEDOM OF SPEECH NOTHING SHOULD BE IMPOSED
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Tuesday, March 01, 2005
birth life death to a new world you're born into covered in blood and juice the first sound you make a loud cry that awakes the dead the first month passes your family gathers they shower you with love and presents oblivious to the world you are 6 years pass enter into primary one the "real" world you think you see talk big big to me i'll laugh and say yes yes the world is this (childish) way! the innocence you possess you know so much less 6 years pass PSLE comes 290 you aim 246 and you say same same goals set high towards them you try to fly the biggest you once were in primary school but here in secondary school you're the smallest fry 4 years fly by the Os we sit for studying is such a bore but to working its a much better chore awaiting the results we chew our nails fingers crossed our intestines all tossed butterflies in my tummy i cry out "mummy!" i get the result slip and into a deep trance i slip i see the grades 3Bs. 4As. my balls drop i'm a flop i count slowly 13 i total where to go?! why not twelve? i missed 4 subjects and i swear that sucks why did i screw up? shit. i'm feeling so fucked up well, i guess this is part of life the ups and downs i look into the mirror and there i see a distinct frown cheer up mark tay lets be gay to god i pray for acceptance and not the grades but myself i hate i've to accept my fate... (to be continued...) |
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