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People rush down the hallways, Aiming for their next class. Others stop, to the annoyance of some, Directly in the middle, clogging The ever-streaming traffic
The bell rings, the door shuts, The teacher walks in, class has begun. Students whisper above the lecture, Papers passed out, taken up, writ upon.
Students laugh at a stupid mistake
And freeze when the teacher Explodes in anger at a fellow classmate Only to resume talking after the teacher has left
The bell rings, the teacher announces
A last minute test, as the
SchoolWe walk through these halls. Get looked and cursed. Many hate us some love us. But who cares. We have the weed smoker. The beer drinkers. And the regular people. All these clicks. All broke up all mixed together. All hate each other. For respect is gained in fights. And all those lights in the hall. The bell rings once and we are late. And we are judged by clothing. And taste. But noone really cares. As soon as there in college they stop. All those groups are back to one. So why do we do this? I may ask and you may also. ButSchool
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Once I had dreams,
Now they're obsessions,
hopes became needs,
lovers possesion
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