Disregards
So she just pushes up her glasses,
And tucks back a piece of hair.
She puts her bloody hands underneath the desk,
And straightens up in her chair.
She has to be there for her friends,
And of course, she knows.
Her feelings aren't those that matter,
She must fight bother her own and others' foes.
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