KNOWN BUT A UNKNOWN PLACE..

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It's a place.... Where hundreds and hundreds of robots  manufactured in the same year are kept. 
They take away our two thousand one hundred and ninety hours and tell them to rant some gibberish words but  get rewarded few numbers

Different factories have different names like St. George's, St. Paul's , St. Joseph and so on 

Filling our minds with loads and. Loads of gibberish and later we are told to write down the same gibberish words in a blank paper, 

Need to ask them, before u do anything which is ur birth right... If u don't obey them, they will torture u No, not physically... But mentally. The  Taunts, the disgusting looks , the words which hit your motherboard so hardly that they often make us leak few liquids from our eyes 

We are told that if we don't rant the nonsense gibberish such as atomicity of an atom, the algebraic equations , the geographical features of a place called Australia ... we are going to FAIL!  

They are often referred to as our second mother. 
oh u don't know what a mother is...??
So let me tell u, they are the people who give paper pieces to these factories to make our future brighter...

But now-a-days the only thing bright in my life is a screen 

They tell us that those factories called school is a part of our childhood but they don't tell us that they take away our childhood in the name of "making our future brighter" 
We hve been told that these factories are our second home and the people who order us around are our second mother...
  Is it so? Or have we been  manipulated from the very beginning

                                         -(a victim of this system) 
 



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