9 am, school.

The brown sea flows in the hall
as the four walls begin to fill,
the chatter rises amongst them all
but it is shattered by that shrill.
Crushing. suffocating, in their den,
pushing. shoving, now and then.
Can't stop. can't breath, it's started again
but that's my life at nine am.
Written 23:03:2004.

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