My Fading Life

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School is torture.
My friends don’t see,
That I’m alone,
Behing the oak tree,
Boys Boys Boys,
All they care,
While staring and twirling their hair,
Where were they when I fell down,
They left me with a fading frown,
I grow older everyday,
But I’m only a child of 10.

This poem was written/submitted by Allison severs.

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