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There are students screaming and laughing too. They're making fun of me, the usual. I cry so hard but no one hears me, the teachers see me but come no where near me. They throw rocks and sticks at me and i try to dodge them, but theres too many of them to try and stop them. I try to run but they always seem to catch me, the teachers dont care because they think we're playing nicely
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