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Across the hall from where I'm tested the National Honor Society gets flowers and food.
I get a needle in my arm.
Then I get to go back to class.
Here is a poem.
Overturned graves piss me off.
This is the end of the poem.
I have a hobbie besides bass and nothing.
It's going to grave yards and seeing how many fake flowers I can get that aren't by any graves.
The ones that decided to walk away after honoring the dead.
And to see how many tombstones are for the undead.
The living.
Here is another poem.
Graves for people still living piss me off.
This is the end to another poem.
It's also the end of this one.
I get a needle in my arm.
Then I get to go back to class.
Here is a poem.
Overturned graves piss me off.
This is the end of the poem.
I have a hobbie besides bass and nothing.
It's going to grave yards and seeing how many fake flowers I can get that aren't by any graves.
The ones that decided to walk away after honoring the dead.
And to see how many tombstones are for the undead.
The living.
Here is another poem.
Graves for people still living piss me off.
This is the end to another poem.
It's also the end of this one.