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Highschool hits likes a ton of bricks
The clock, pressuring, away, ticks
Studying, no time for sleeping
This all leaves me weeping
My parents beg for me to come out
It wakes all I can to not shout
But I have a test tomorrow
And all I want to do is burrow
What am I going to do?
It's coffee I'm going to brew
And tonight before the test I
Am probably going to cry
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Here Follow Some Verses in the Loosing of a Students Mind
PoesíaA poem I wrote for my English class
