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Jan 2020
Around 2:00 pm they start pouring in.
Men? No. Boys.
They choke the hallways and all four floors.
They grunt and kick each other under the table.
Eating their chips nosily.
Discussing last nights game.
Cursing the teacher who gave them home work.
Wheezing laughter and low voices disturb me.
Shut up.
I want to say.
Take it outside.
This is a ******* library.
I'd say confidently.
I keep still.
And silent.
this is about anxiety and how being a woman is sorta never in your favor
Łëïçkî
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Łëïçkî  In my head
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