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Glad Never To Return

My memories of high school are not good really very bad truly hated every day there suffering a stammer made me sad For first time called McConnell teaches seemed really right rude didn't seem to cope with any subject all of it put me in quite a mood I played truant on the final day so I couldn't be there ever again made some pals in time there but their direction was not my bend Glad never to return my memories I would burn but survived it all now done (Recently I've been thinking back to my high school years and how unenjoyable it all was so I've put in writing my thoughts upon it.)

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