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Submitted:Jan 21, 2013    Reads: 14    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Statistics I feel as though every day i'm more trapped The days get longer, the bars get tighter If it was not for school I may've been snapped Each day i'm alone my head gets lighter Ever heard strict parenting creates sneaky kids? Well yeah, but only if you knew how true Holding me back is removing the lids I'm tired of the pain you've put me through I have to go, there ain't no coming back Thank you for keeping me trapped in your vault So much common sense that I have to lack Just tell the family it was all your fault Your strict parenting can never be undone As of statistics i'll be a stripper before age twenty one


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