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Dec 2024
the teacher is talking too loud
these clothes are holding me wrong
my peers are sitting too close
the smell in the room is too strong

I think I may leave the class
and hide in the bathroom, again
I can't focus on anyone's voice
and I can't find my favorite **** pen

the noise in the room is too much
I forgot my beloved headphones at home
my body's screaming at me to run
so instead I wrote this horrible poem
I literally got that black pen yesterday, how on Earth have I already lost it
it was such a good pennnnnnnnnnnnnn

(guys i found it it's okay)
(also I realized how that could sound, "pen", it's just a really smooth writing black pen)
Bree17
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Bree17  16/F/nonexistent
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