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The Days of High school

The many days of tolerating the, Bullies, the prima Donna's, the jocks, And the nerds. Trying to find ways to escape them, Daily was an adventure. The lunchroom is what nightmares, Are made of. Memories you laugh about when, Reminiscing with friends. Can't forget running down the hall dodging bullies, Finding any teacher that will save us. Waking up in the morning having, A panic attack about school. Just realizing your 28 and a sigh, Of relief your no longer in high school. You have been paroled. Those are the days of high school.

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