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Left, left, left, right, left
It feels like I committed a theft
But this isn't a prison for convicts
This a camp for soldiers reaching their verdicts
We march and keep in step just to make it
But all our personalities just don't seem to fit
Like anonymous puzzle games
We're just a maze full of names
It'll take us hours to find who you're looking for
Then it just turns into a completely useless chore
It seems like we owe the people around us something
But in reality, we're bracing ourselves for what's coming
Either the praise or hatred
It all depends on how we make it
We either grab it or drop it
They're either faking it, or they mean it
We are all driven by fear
That much I know is clear
There is 93 of us
And two leaders that make such fuss
And all we do is fight and cuss
That is the only common ground among us
Sad isn't it? Well I have one more thing left
Left, left, left, right, left....
I wrote this while in boot camp. This was during the first few weeks.
Enjoy.
Enjoy.
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Nicely done. 