The SLAM No Teacher Can Handle

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All high school

Ever gave me 

Were chewed down finger nails,

Lifeless eyes, 

And anxiety. 

And yet,

We were once children,

Who walked through those big doors,

Down these big halls,

With light in our eyes,

And hope in our heart.

Until we became eachother's nightmare. 

And they said this would be the best years of our lives. 

They lied. 

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