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We all smoke, becasue we all have something to hide. Some secret, some supressed emotion. Thats why we get along so well we all share the bond of despair. Longing to get out whats inside of us but scared to tell the truth...
My brillant discovery on the way home from smokey road
Were off to play the game, "why they smoke"?
Mr. Sprague: "You kids probally know which students are the ones bringing drugs into this school. How do you feel knowing which students they are but not doing anything about it."
Me: (in my mind) "thinking nothings wrong with that, and then realizing i am one of those kids bringing drugs to school.
My brillant discovery on the way home from smokey road
Were off to play the game, "why they smoke"?
Mr. Sprague: "You kids probally know which students are the ones bringing drugs into this school. How do you feel knowing which students they are but not doing anything about it."
Me: (in my mind) "thinking nothings wrong with that, and then realizing i am one of those kids bringing drugs to school.