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Silence Is the thrill of the game You may think it can be tame that makes you somewhat sane And if you go insane You know that there is no one to blame And if you are in a lot of pain Then you will have no gain And if you have a goddamned brain Then you will realize that you have slain Which you try to hide with a drain But every time it starts to rain You are haunted like a bad vein And you can't comprehend the guilt Because silence is built Like a sword, the hilt Preciously tempered with hatred not like a bedquilt Made by elderly folk with their days nearing an end And when that day comes death will be there He will be si

It was a lovely summer afternoon while the students at PS 118 were wrapping up another school day. This day was special however as it is the last day of school before Arnold and his fellow classmates can say goodbye to the fourth grade forever. There were mixed emotions among the students, but most were happy that it was the last day of school before they were free from school work for another summer. Arnold stretches while in his desk eagerly waiting for that final bell to sound and for school to be out for the summer. The humid and stale school air was filled with chatter about summer plans and hijinks. Mrs. Slovak came into the class and s