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Oct 10
39 to forest hills
My feet don’t touch the ground
Back center
I’ve never had this perspective  
Everyone in front of me
Me in front of everyone
He’s doing the word search
It’s not the first time
Page by page
I think I’ve seen him before
Doing the same thing
Repetition
Page by page
Page by page
Written by
saorla  21/Neither
(21/Neither)   
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