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Pre-College
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In a moment of clarity Everything seems to me To be Uneven. Why must we pay To learn To pay In order to get away on our own? Why can't we just lie here And be And not be lonely? Everyone's chatting As if nothing is changing While life Is faster than they think Slower than they want it to be. — © Adam Eisley 1998.09.02
