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My Primary School

You are like my Primary School,
The place I wanted to leave
Never to step foot in ever again
The place I loved so much
Where all my memories play hide and go seek
The place I didn't want to leave
Where I begun to feel belonged
The place I hated so much
For all the stress and misery
The place where I have so much confusion
Whether to love or not

But I still had to grow out of it
And leave.

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