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Our parents thinks we're being dramatic... Our school thinks we're being lazy... Our 'friends' thinks we want attention... Our music that we listen to will listen to us too... Our pillows that we sleep on catches our tears when no one else did... Our bed that we lay down on lets us rest and never bothers us when others do... Our anime or fictional
good now, sit down, and tell me he that knows,
why this same strict and most observant watch
so nightly toils the subject of the land,
and why such daily cast of brazen cannon
and foreign mart for implements of war;
why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
does not divide the Sunday from the week.
what might be toward, that this sweaty haste
doth make the night joint-labourer with the day?
who is't that can inform me?
