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An hour

In that little square

Can't move

Can't talk

Can't look around

Just flip through sheets of paper

Combing through each word

The power they hold

The future they shape

They sorta scare me out

Sometimes my heart

Feels too stuffed up

I wished to rip it out

From my thumping chest

And then my brain

Is fully loaded

With things that burn me

But might save grades

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a-yellow-domino

Singaporean

Published: Oct 3, 2013
LinesWords: 1869

Notes: Typing this on my phone but er my phone is dumb and I can't continue the poem over here somehow

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