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This Place of Near-Incessant Mourning
I do not understand Why he sabotaged me so consummately, And made me look like  Such a pathetic old patsy,   Could he not discern the misery He was shoring up by degrees,
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The undeniable truth about high school is that we are one of the same. 
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