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Nov 2019
I cried in the middle of class
just because I can’t fit in
I can’t fit the mold
I’m too odd
I’m a square in a triangles place
cutting parts of me out
just to fit the mold
the pain is not the worth
the momentary reward
but what choice do I have
Written by
Julianna  14/F/NY
(14/F/NY)   
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