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Jun 2018
Snapping
in the middle of class
I slam my fist onto a bookshelf
you look at me, very confused
"What was that?" you ask
"I- I don't know..."
I wish I was lying.
I just don't know.
I don't.
Elizabeth Zenk
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Elizabeth Zenk  19/F/Getting There
(19/F/Getting There)   
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