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Feb 2019
They said it was huge
They said I would get lost
It was said that no little kid could survive the jungle the hallways were
It´s a jungle
It would be the end of all man kind
¨You wont survive¨
I proved them wrong
My first year was easy
no one walked on me
no jaguar attacked me
I walked through the jungle like it was a walk in the park
They warned me
¨It could be the best or the worst years of your life¨
I don´t care
I want to finish and get out
Im ready to leave this disastrous place
The alien-older kids are scary
they have this thing called ¨seniority¨
I hate it
They get everything they want
I get nothing
I´m ready to leave
I want to leave the jungle called Byron Nelson
Written by
R-ee  20/F
(20/F)   
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