they stare at me,
poke me,
laugh at me,
me,
the new girl,
new to hell,
or so my old friends say,
hell,
that pretty much describes this place,
some told me to watch for the girls,
they are all bitches,
i can see that now,
the boys look,
hard,
the teachers look mean,
i hate this,
im going home. |
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