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I think to myself


Times,

as I look at my paper,


Not

the times in a math


problem,
but a five letter word that makes


me Remember,
remember the lies, the truth and


how I Felt,
I sat in a room just like this,

staring at the same


Paper,
feeling pressured, to sign my


Name,
looks of blank stares peer right

through me, like a


Fragile
piece of glass, I look down at the

paper once again,
and I think how many times until

someone picks up a


Brick
and whips it at the fragile piece

of glass before


Them.





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