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High School

You walk the halls
With a group of friends.
Then you part
To your own classes.

You're now by yourself
And you cant
Help but think,
'Are they really my friends?'

You sit in class and doodle,
Instead of taking notes.
You know it's wrong,
But you just made a pretty dinosaur.

You look around and all
You see is a bunch of animals.
And you think,
'When will I leave this hell hole?'

But when it's all
Done and over with,
You'll wish nothing more
Then to go back.





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