School
It starts of With a Monday
And ends with a Firday.
Sometimes it goes well,
But it never goes my way.
Get there at 7
Get out around 12
I have release time,
But I still think it's Hell.
The only good thing is I get to see my Friends.
The days getting longer, will this ever end??
4 more years than work for life
I'm not even excited about finding a wife...
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