i see it as in walking in the halls trying not to look those preps in the eyes those evil ones with those faces and jsut looking to get out of them and sudenyl ur out and thats the hot sun and that icky fealing is still thre .. as i have seas many times i love your work << lmoa i sound like a teacher
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Yet-I'm not feeling the whole vibe of the poem.
Keep writing-i see potential.
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