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May 2017
I woke up thinking it was a school day
But remembering it wasn't wasn't fun either
The days I am not in school I work and do the work that was meant for home
Man-made clouds do not part
and I will never see the sun
I woke up on Saturday thinking it was Friday, and I was surprised at my lack of excitement because I still had work. I work everyday. School, work, or school followed me home: homework.
Phoenix Bekkedal
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Phoenix Bekkedal  17/F/California
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