Feeling not like
Junk mail
Throw a party
Out of the corner you come
Sedated but still
A surprise
Just a jumper
Charming
Just a fake smile
Carved from ear to ear
Here
On campus
A cold chair
No professor
No students
Was it real
I dreamed for it all
Injuries
Took me out the race
Stars shine's bright at night
Getting grey hair early
No sleep
But
No test
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Comments1
An analogy of class and school put into real life. Nicely written it speaks to me.
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