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I hate mondays

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

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sam-mccullough
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Oct 18, 2013
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