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Hell-ish


tick tock, tick tock

i imagine the bells sound

I'm taken to my own mind

where the thoughts don't stop

and I'm back in the past

reliving the old days

the harsh slap of footsteps

drudging through the halls

the ice cold lockers

that match students eyes

spilled ink staining pants

like the spilled tears on their cheeks

school is approaching

and you'd think i would feel

but despite all the negatives

I always went

To go you weren't always glad

But you have to admit, it wasn't that bad

 
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