TRAMvay 17
You wake up every morning at 6’o clock
To find yourself an empty coffee mug and a stale biscuit stock
Get on the bus at this ungodly hour
Sit down with no heart and no power
Once you get to the concrete walls
You call school but it seems like a hellish hall
For your eyes are barely awake and you have homework that is late
For this is school and you have to live with it every single wake
Eat sleep and do it again
For this hellish cycle is never truly gonna end
Photography by Nicko Margolies
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