Another day. Another class. When will this mockery end? School's done, only repeating things I know already. How can I get through this? One paragraph here, an equation there. The droning of voices. Couples walking by hand-in-hand. The lack of color in it all. Laughing sounds like screaming, and darkness fast approaches. How will I survive? Page, after page, after page of words that don't mean a thing. The random babble of students. Rushing from one place to another. Just another day. Just another class. Just another person feeling out of place in the madness of it all.
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