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Aug 29
Four thin walls
Closing me in
Screams in the halls
Repent for my sins

Four blocks to run
My steps are heavy
Away from the gun
How I envy

Four breaths in
In the nearby office
No one will win
in America's sickness
I wrote this after having multiple panic attacks over being in enclosed spaces after Speech & Debate nats 2025.
Pierce Samuel
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Pierce Samuel  15/M/Heaven
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