School
The daily torture you can't escape
the fearful days you have to face
when you walk in, they all stop talking
when you walk past, they all start laughing
you sit alone everyday
watching your happiness slowly decay
As soon as you're home, you start to cry
wondering why you even try
each day is a repeat of this terrible trap
wondering which day is the one you'll snap
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I'm an 18 year old that's a freshman in college. I have an overwhelming passion for music and photography, and hope to become a concert photographer and tour with bands like photographer Adam Elmakias.
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