sitting in a room looking out the window
watching the clock,5 minutes to go
people chatting, pencils tapping
freezing cuz i can feel the wind blow
the second hand moves slowly
watching, waiting, anticipating the bell
to go to the lesser hell
chaos. beeeep. i rise to my feet
now starts the race
to escape this hated place
moving though the halls
surrounded by brick walls
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