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Educated with a shit ton of debt and no job
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2012
All these dead thoughts
Closed
Confused
Wasted minds
The imagination drained out of them
Tossed in the frying pan and burnt to a crisp
Just zombies on a bus
Slugging their way home
Must do home work
What should I say in that essay?
God I hope I passed my final Friday
Just dead thoughts between hollowed ears
No wonder they all look so exhausted
No smiles
No joy to be had
They’ve all reached the pinnacle of the lie that is the Canadian dream
