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Jul 2014
March twenty fourth,
had been my first day.
Transferred to a school,
where I think I might stay.
March twenty eighth,
playing a new game.
Where all the adults are crazy,
and each one is the same.
Im running in circles,
going here to there.
he said she said,
I reall don't care.
**** these adults,
I'm done with their crap.
Ill find my own way,
Ill create my own map
I don't know my way around,
and I wont pretend I do.
I'm utterly confused,
inside this school without a clue.
Don't give up on me yet,
For what you must know.
I have a lot of friends,
and im socially most known.
Im the girl everyone talks about,
I have so many friends.
Ill figure out this school, and they'll help me reach the end.

Always, Tameica Hammick
moved in with my dad transferred schools.3-28-11
Written by
Tameica Lee Hammick
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