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Old computer,
New school shooter;
I'm just like you,
Hope I end up like you.
You've been planning;
Scheming, scanning.
It will happen soon;
Feels long overdue.
Maps of hallways,
High school clichйs.
You want to let them know;
You feel so hollow.
I would like to rearrange your
Glass that's counting sand;
Dry and damaged hand.
Organize your fatal counter.
All the hate you've absorbed;
The things you've shut your mouth for.
The things you've shut your mouth for.
Just a minute,
It's tough to get it.
Drawn and underscored,
Your life has been ignored.
Mother's valium,
Father's shotgun.
Sun might burn you,
The rays might scar you;
But I'd argue, today is beautiful.
Desperate letters;
Life feels better.
In the summer air,
I will meet you there.
I will meet you there.
You've been planning;
Scheming, scanning.
It will happen soon;
Feels long overdue.
Maps of hallways,
High school clichйs.
You want to let them know;
You feel so hollow.