as always and then was special

sunlight came across our welded eyes on chalkboards and the clock was getting closer to three- how complicated everything seemed then and new i was always waiting for this bell or that or reading some book that i liked better than my teachers oh, and i went ungodly numbers of times to see ms. vaughn, the vice principal for discipline and she always said the same thing: that teachers were right and i was wrong i loved so much to disaagree in those days

so long ago and so little i've changed

2004-06-21 | 10:00 p.m.
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