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Prison Life    (Continued)

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Masking your desires with sandpaper smiles.
Having to deal with dealers of falsehood, praying this won't be the day you shove a shiv into the poor sap's sternum.
Washing grotesque meal after grotesque meal down your gullet with a glass of fallacy.
Sitting in the same colored chair everyone else is sitting in, silently wishing for a break of the routine.
But a break doesn't come until the final bell rings, and school is let out.

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