SChOol
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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