Twelve Years Strong
I've been here for twelve years.
Little breaks.
High expectations.
What is this?
Oh yeah, it is called school!
It is dull most of the time.
I go because I have to.
Sit in a small area?
And don't get me started about the lunches.
Yuck, why would anyone want to go?
Don't get me wrong, I love to learn.
But when people start rumors and bully you,
why even bother?
I've been twelve years strong,
and still going on.
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