In IB,
nothing is ever free,
help is bartered for,
everyone walk's past if someone falls on the floor,
sex segregation is instinctual,
dating is a foreign idea,
life is purely conceptual,
as depressing as diarrhoea,
friends are hard to come by,
most drop out, become regulars,
...so what does this all imply?
...those left behind are the irregulars,
doomed to procrastination,
annextion by the world
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This is just a poem I wrote, because of my frustration about the mess my life has been in since I joined IB in grade 10
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