James Dean

Rookie [Outcast]

Silence

Sat here, silence, that's all I hear.
Pen in one hand, no eyes nor ears.
A place forgotten by time.
Which can only be ventured by crime.
Something precious which I don't possess.
I wish that I could call someone my own, I confess.
If you read this I hope you learn,
That life should be enjoyed, you should yearn
For eduction, not condemnation.

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