January 20, 2008
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It covers your face.
Ties your hair nice and straight.
It's all your hair ever dares.
Come on,
Step in,
Once through the doors
It will begin.
Class one - biology,
Break two - gossip hard to chew.
Class three - chemistry,
Break four - response and flaunts,
One more and you're out the door,
Moving on and moving thin,
Lies and rumors to purge and binge -
Through how man curls,
And how many lies,
Do I have to dig through before I find you,
Or does all hope die?
So rip off your make-up,
Rip off your masks,
And shoot off the question your life really asks!
Maybe then -
You'll know.
Maybe then -
You'll find,
And until then,
Just leave it all behind.

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