Trapt

by Viv   Oct 25, 2003


Trapt in another world
Prisoner of the school
Trapt for hours
Learning useless tools.

After a couple hours
Thinking you'll never see the sun agian
The bell rings and the terror ends.
Or does it?

You go home
Thinking of leisure
But then you realize
It's not over

Stacks of homework
block the sun
In which you think
you'll never be done.

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