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High School

"The best four years of your life" more like four whole years of stress and strife. It's like an inescapable cage filled with people who can't act their own age. Hearing all the kids trying to sound cool, When in all honesty you just want to see their blood pool. Fake love, fake people, unsure of who to trust, but apparently, in school, popularity is a must. Going through seven classes a day, wishing you could just make the pain go away. I want to give up, just get up and fly, but perhaps a better solution would be to just die.
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Feb 5, 2018
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#high#school#grades#stress#death#suicide#exams
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