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Aug 2015
Looking back at high school,
It was not a happy time,
People didn't seem to like me,
High school ***** for anybody;
That was different.

But you have to get through high school,
But then there's college,
But there, in the real world,
You'll find where you fit in,
Some place you call home,
Some friends you call family.
Tania Crocker
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Tania Crocker  Australia
(Australia)   
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