High School
Hello, future.
I am ready to start fresh.
Goodbye, innocence.
Heroes become enemies.
Shitty kids.
Crying in bathroom stalls.
Hate everything.
Odd kids get rejected.
Offense is your defense.
Lonely four years of absolute hell.
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