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We had to write sonnets for English.
So much like the cold bars of a jail cell,
Or, rather, like a big cage or corral,
South Elgin High School’s a personal Hell,
Void of classiness, patience, and moral.
Between social circles and required classes,
This school is like a restraint over my mind.
I grow numb and fade into the masses;
I no longer function and fall behind.
But alas, summertime comes quite quickly.
In the early month of June, I am free.
Before, I was exhausted and sickly,
But with summertime comes this great decree:
These books are a nightmare, this building, cruel,
Maybe I’ll sleep instead of bearing school.
lololol, what is my life.
This was posted 2 years ago. Notes.
