In a school, where knowledge should dwell,
A place that resembled the depths of hell.
Even in the field, far from the room,
My restless soul found no solace, and in gloom.
Silence eluded me, a distant dream,
As my soul's agony tore at the seam.
It weakened my body, drained my might,
As if tormented souls filled the day and night.
The echoes of their anguish, loud and clear,
Resonated through the halls, causing a tear.
In this school, a sanctuary it should be,
But instead, it felt like a prison, trapping me.
A thousand voices, a tormented yell,
Echoing the tales that the lost souls tell.
In the heart of the school, where the shadows fell,
I found myself in a personal hell.
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