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It's recess, a happy time,
I eat my food all on my own,
I see her feet approach the space of mine,
Internally I loudly groan

I look up from my food,
I already feel her verbal blows,
I try to get help from my fellows,
Instantly she steals them too

I walk past her that one school day,
I think back a year or two,
I give a smile and walk by, but,
Instantly my mind goes to what she put me through.

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