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Sep 2013
and deep down,
right in the pit of her stomach,
is a numb feeling of dread,
because tomorrow,
she will step,
her polished black school shoe,
back into the place she calls 'hell'.
the place full of people,
with mind-washed brains,
who believe in judgment,
and who lack originality of their own.

**this place is called school
Written by
cloudsofnothing
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