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She failed her test,
And got detention. She did her best, Shes full of tension She dropped her lunch tray As if the day wasnt bad enough. She was having a crappy day, She felt like a prisoner, with cuffs. She walked home in the rain. Cause her ride didnt come. She felt like she was being trained, Everyone was treating her like scum. She came home to a big cook out, She was having a blast, She let out a big shout. The day was turning around at last Im starting to get out of the firsts...sort of (but this one was another first)
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