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Sep 2013
Can I please
Not go to school tomorrow
My eyes are swollen
I don't want to be seen
They've been dried
Poured out with
Anguish
Frustration
Hopelessness
Dejection
I want to hide
And the worst part
*Who do I turn to?
Maybe Tomorrow
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Maybe Tomorrow
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   Elizabeth Keyes
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