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The Dreaded Hallway

An icy chill crawls through my bones,

As I step into the halls of dreadful stone. 

I have to face my fears,

Do my best, 

Not show my tears.  

 

I hear a dong, 

For school lunch has begun. 

I smell greasy french fries,

And I'm pushed and shoved, 

As if invisible air. 

 

The laughter overwhelms my ears,

please, please don't stare. 






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