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First Day on Your Last Nerve

The books are off the shelf Teachers are heading to the nearest coffee machine Noises echo the elongated hallways Time has betrayed you Loud thuds of lockers slamming abruptly Could it be? School is currently back in session The dreadful feeling of the first day Routine is once again included into your lexicon As sure as the moon smiles, The sun shines onto your supply list The beginning of a tragic ending

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