Here we go again...

Its the time again where everyone is mentally dead,

stare at equation filled boards with nothing in their heads.

Minutes feel like hours as our eye's start to close,

we wonder how this will help us with our dreams and our hopes.

Our alarm go's off at 6:00 in the morning,

we go to bed at damn and wait for another day of "boring".

 

 

{THIS DOES NOT REFLECTY VIEW ON SCHOOL. I HAPPEN TO LOVE SCHOOL.}

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