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My legs quiver as I step through the steel doors.
I see 700 faces that I don’t know
Holding a map, that gives me an eyesore.
I felt like a cow trapped in a pen.
Inch by inch I budge along the wall, and get whipped by backpack straps.

Ringg! The screechy bell echoes through the room
Aroma of pizza and French fries flow throughout the halls
Laughter and chatter fill the cafeteria
As students disperse to their tables
Exclusion looked like a normalcy here.

Exclusion looked like a normalcy here.





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