This Place

December 1, 2008
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The repetition of my footsteps,
Leaves me bored and obsessed,
With this place called school.
My personal life is ripped from my mind,
As my foot stomps on the weary tiles,
Like the vanished markings once clinging to the board.
Piercing bells break my concentration on this place called school,
Leaving me to wonder,
Where will I go next….





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