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There’s no lost and found at my school.
Not one that works, not in any school that I’ve been
All the lost items go straight in the bin
I'm fat
People think I look like a rat
They get all over me like I'm a mat
Because apparently I'm fat
Why do you have to hate me?
I didn't do anything to you
You love my pain
my sorrow
my sadness
You act as though I've hurt
you tormented
you abused you,
when I've never even spoken to you.
Pitter patter,noises unclear
The noises quickens in pace
As if it has something to tell
Something so dear
But it leaves a confusing trace
An unclear tale?
