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Nov 2018
"Time is up"
Finally.
They're talking about the test.
I am thinking about my life.
Time, what a strange thing.
An idea made to bind us in space.
When will it be my time?

"Pencils down"
I wish it were that easy.
To just leave it there.
To turn it in.
To finish it now.
When can I stop writing?

"The test is over"
Surely a cruel joke.
For as long as there is still time.
For as long as I am forced to hold this pencil.
The test is not over.
When will my test be over?
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Reilly  23/M/Connecticut
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