Pencil Down

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I left my room with a frown
I only put my pencil down
I went to school with hope
Only I could not cope

I pack away my books
Getting all these looks
The cold is making me clatter
My thin wall wants to shatter

The paper is being taken in
The question is "how it's been"?
Can't you see I'm not keen
Cause already my next hell begin

So I try to study
Do not talk to my buddy
But I only frown
So I put my pencil down

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