May 11, 2010
The end is coming
But it seems like forever,
Till I can get out of this place
All I say is whatever

Don’t want to do anything
I just want to sleep
But the teachers are in the race
My work load is deep

They want to cram everything
We don’t get a break
They say we have to quicken our pace
But no one wants to partake

This sickness is lingering
It is really bad
But what can I do
It is all really sad

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