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May 2021
In every class in school,
There is always the quiet kid
Who says nothing,
But stares menacingly.
You cringe when he reaches in his bag,
And you protect when he's called '***'

My class doesn't have a quiet kid.
As I was looking around,
I realised he is I...

I am he.
Jaicob
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Jaicob  18/M/six feet under
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