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#117

High School.

A place where we learn,
A place where we do a lot of things,
Bad or Good sometimes worse,
A place where we learn to play,
Haha! Both with the hearts of the people,
And some sport,
A place where we are bullied,
Because we are not so popular,
A place where we make friends,
A place where we loose them,
High School is the best-worst experience,
But we gotta like it anyhow.

I DONT KNOW WHAT CAME INTO ME TO WRITE THIS BUT I DID. SOMETHINGS CAN NEVER BE EXPLAINED ITS IN THE POEMS SO HERE IT IS. MY FEELINGS OVER A HIGH SCHOOL.

THANK YOU.
CRYSTAL.