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The bell rings.
She looks down at her half empty sheet, admiting to the defeat.
Hurrying to her class
she sits and waits
for a laughter which her way aims
missing of joy and bliss
instead a cruel punishment from within
though it mocks her every which way
she refuses to sit and decay
the bell rings
picking up all her things
she wlaks to the door
feeling the voice slowly fade
replaced with the reasurance of a new day.




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