ClassroomA Poem by KillerI hate it when they do this.I sit here in the back of the room I now their over there talking about how i'm doomed I knew it form the start They always do this but ,why? I walk up to them and say "Hi" They stare at me then laugh I don't understand why am I really that much of a freak I know I'm not Its all because of them I'm like this now
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