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School

School
At 6:00 am, i get up to face another day at school
I go to get yelled at for not having a pencil.
Lockers getting slammed.
Kidz getting slammed in them.
Teachers quitting ‘cause they can’t control their class.
I go through a crowd almost like a herd of buffalo.
My high school is like a hospital, white, but the rooms are dumpsters.
I struggle to get the work done, but the teacher is ¨checking e-mails¨
I get yelled at for asking my classmate for a piece of loose leaf.
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