I'm always walking fast in school hallways. Faster than others. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because I'm rushing my time here. Wanting it to be over with. I'm not the same. I'm starting to talk less. Because I can't wait to go to another school. Maybe I'll walk slower when I get to that school. Yea. I will walk slower when I get there. I won't want it to end. But at this school, I'm counting down the days to summer as if the first day of summer was Christmas morning.
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Premature
PoetryThis is just me giving my perception of how I see things through poetry. This may or may not have many parts. I titled this Premature because of the way I think about things most other teens probably don't. I really hope anyone that reads this will...
