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Here we go again


Here we go again, Going to spend time with my friends, But when I say, My friends pur se, I explicitly mean my pens. Going back to school is a pain, But not really on my brain, Take another note, Shove it down my throat, Cause it's all coming out the same. Say "hi" to me if you dare, Don't talk to me if you swear, BFF's forever, Won't dowbt me never, Unless I have the last boy to spare. My school is definitely limiting, The education isn't riveting, But in the end, I have time to spend, My day over and keep discriminating.
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