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Short Lived Eternity

Trembling
Whimpering
Trupping in nothing but fear

She clings onto my bag
As I lead her through the halls

Her calm breathing and mumbles
Turn into desperate gasps for air

I grab her ink covered hand
And lock our fingers so she knows I'm here

As we reach the Commons
She stumbles
Her friends rush to her
I help her up and lead her through the crowd that has gathered

As we walk through the doorway
The counselor is already questionin her

I lead her to a seat
I ask for a pass
I leave as fast as it started



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