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School has a stench when I get back, of sandwiches that wont be eaten, lunchboxes lovingly packed, jokingly, casually packed, that by tonight will be stale cold with tears. Im bathed in the stench before i can turn back. I drop flat to the ground at the side of the gym and, through the shrubs, watch young life splatter through slick mucous air.

School never teaches you about this mangled human slime, it slays me. You spend all your time learning the capital of Surinam while these retards carve their initials in your back.

Fate. Like, notice how whenever something happens in your life, like you fall in love or something, a tune gets attached. Fate tunes. Watch out for that shit.

I tried to ditch them on the way down, but Fate was against me. Fate`s always fucken against me these days.