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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Experience · #1809231
sitting in school under the influence
Sitting here,
looking at her.
Yes, they're voices that I heard.

I'm so hot,
but it's cold in here.
I know that it's her that I fear.

She knows that I am scared.
So, I'll just sit with my face in my hair.

Although I sweat like hell and freeze inside,
she'll never know what's wrong with my eyes.

Oct. 1991
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