I watched a man who thought and thought and thought himself into hysteria, I watched others from far away and thought and thought and thought about my own life of thinking, I played a member of the infinite audience, I was faceless but hardly selfless in the blinding floodlights of a theater under the sky. I percieved the ancient lines always
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And I wouldn't recommend leaving. 12th grade was my favorite year.
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