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I stare blankly at the wall.

I am so busy lost in my own thoughts

that I can't concentrate in class.

My teacher sees that something is wrong

and decides to take it easy on me.

Sike, she has no intention in being my friend, 

as a matter of fact none of these kids do. 

School is just school for me.

 

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