School's force us to work, school's force us to stay, school's force us to gain just a little grade. Our dreams seem to die out almost every single day, make this harm stop and stop I say. The schools do not care for us as they show us no end, making assumptions all based on a grade. Our parents groan and gripe all the same saying we are slackers and throw us into the fray. Hopefully they will finally see none of us deserve to be judged by a letter on a paper.
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Sollunaestia, The Golden Book of Majesty.
PoetryA journey fore you shalt have as thou shalt step into this book of short tales and poems galore. Telling that of fantasy and tales from that of my own heart, fore original art these tales as they tell of secrets and glory, oh behold as I bestow upon...
