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Nov 2015
this clock on the wall
is my worst enemy
tick
tick
ticking away at my sanity
my eyes linger over every hand
every number
it pretends to be my friendΒ Β 
my partner in crime
but if it was,
I assume that I would have more time.
I am really bored and sitting in class dying.
Tamera Pierce
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Tamera Pierce  19/F/West Virginia
(19/F/West Virginia)   
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