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Jun 21
A teacher looked at me;
much like you did
back then.
She yelled and
I spinned.
My hands started to shake, I pressed my nails into my
Digging for the answer:
How do I stop this earthquake from killing me?
The tectonic plates slid and dismantled,
I was losing control.
A sharp gasp left me before I
who knew geography class could wreck such destruction ?
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925  18/F/+27
   --- and camila
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