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The Last Time Part 2
She pounds the door once, as hard as she can with her fist; Mugging, trying to see through her watery eyes, the mist. She hesitates... then walks in like someone who won't admit defeat; As she takes a seat her strength and courage quickly depletes. For once her teacher's quiet and she asks no questions, She looks once, then continues to teach the given lesson. In a class full of ratchets, where no sympathy will be given, She lowers her head and weeps, silently hoping no one listens. She can't look up, she's too full of shame, She can't stop crying, she feels she's to blame. So many thoughts, so many feelings, So much pain, the sound of her rapid breathing… … .. . The lights are on, everyone's talking, She gets up, to the door she's walking. She points to the Restroom pass and the teacher says yes; She's so surprised, she must have look stressed. She slams the door and walks across the hall. Where she prepares to meet the girl that they saw...that ugly fragile broken doll. She can't look at herself just yet, she stands with her eyes tight. Too afraid to see what she showed the world, she can't stare at this unknown sight. Open your eyes… Just open your eyes, is singing in her head, You have to do it, you have to look, the words are full of dread.
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