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They Don't See #thestruggle


Seven periods, one break, almost ten hours in school!

The lesson is fast, my brain is now slow, an almost incompetent tool.

The day has begun,

we are in period one,

Damn, nine more hours to go. 

Look at the clock,

hope it won't stop,

Don't let them teachers know.

"Identify this equation"

oh no not another one, why cant we be understood?

"We're moving on now",

"no teacher wait I..." ,

Questions answed: they never would.

The bell has now rung,

Off to the next class,

The cycle of struggle rotates again.

There comes a point we may give up,

And later they can't comprehend.

 

 

 

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