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Break Free Voices 

Break Free

I want to escape Something calls me Out of these blank walls I want to break free Fiddling my hands and feet The teacher’s voice bores me What’s he talking about?  Oh, yeah, history Look, a window! Let’s ram through it  Fly like a bird  I’m sure there’s nothing to it We can soar across the sky Full of opportunities To London, Tokyo, anywhere you please! Oh, crap, the teacher’s calling my name What’s the question again? This is so lame Written By: Alaina Roberts

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The Fourteenth Arts 

The Fourteenth

I started at 8, and finished at 6 Done with my classes, and feeling like shits. The job has been tough The few breaks I get are never enough. Drip, Drip. Get a hobby, they say Make use of your day. I did just that, And now feel like crap.   Thump. Thump. I failed Calculus two, And it really bites the poo. It’s Valentines, right? Then where’s the daylight? But then – The sun sprang straight into action – She showed up right here to see my reaction. A…

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