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Thoughts In Class
The clock moves slow
But I can’t get off this seat lest I fall into snow
And all this time
I realize I only express myself in silent rhyme
Yet it’s all a blur
My stomach growls and kills me and creates a stir
I’m falling down
But I can’t sit here and bear it with this little frown
Just have to smile
Only for a little, you’ll be alone after a while
And then you cry
All my thoughts pour out my eyes, I wanna die
And now I’m fine
My eyes are clear, my face is too, I draw the line
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