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Oct 2013
It's finally friday

I go to a school where the students are higher than the grades
where people go to parties to get drunk, so they don't have to steal from their parents
and the parents know this but they do not care

I go to a school where the teachers tell us to get enough sleep, but to study
oh and don't forgot to be involved
the girls hide out in the bathrooms, purging their sorrows into the toilets
then coming out to fix their make-up and smile to the rest of the world

I go to a school where the bags under the eyes are bigger than a standardized test
and where the cuts on wrists ( which we all act like we don't see) are deeper than the
ambitions
The rich kids are cracking under stress and getting higher than their G.P.A
and I'm hiding out in the hallway, after having a panic attack

I go to a school where we  all hate ourselves
but we all smile the same
and we all talk the same
we repeat the same **** sentences until the final bell is rung

I go to a school where more kids die than graduate
I go to a school where I know all the best spots for crying
I go to a school where I don't really like my friends

But, now it's the weekend.
Don't forget the test on Monday
Sam McCullough
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Sam McCullough  Seattle
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