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Apr 2013
Slumped shoulders and quick, hurried steps
Out file masses at the ring of freedom
I hurry too, to the one thing I want
The only thing I want
Fingers carefully spin, eyes trained on delicate numbers
The sound of the click and I patiently wait
Feeling nothing but the beat in my chest
Eyes that are intent on focus and purpose
But the seconds are agonizing and I turn only to see you with
slumped shoulders and quick, hurried steps
Slowly understanding and
Feeling nothing but emptiness
Knowing that turning away from the thing you used to want
Was your own sense of freedom
4th Period
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   madeline may, ---, Julia, Ella Williams and R
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