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Apr 2015
I look at the clock and i just want to craw under a rock but all i can here is tick tock.  i get up from my seat all i can see is my feet. i go to school in fear as you can see my tear.i walk around the room waiting for my teacher to come to his seances and do his job.
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Kazuma
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