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Apr 2014
As I sit here,
in this class
I feel the stares.

People were looking
at me,
the way I looked at myself

As I sit here,
in this class
I try to hold back the tears.

I can't let them fall,
I must seem strong.
brooklyn
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brooklyn  Missouri
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