January 22, 2024
It is our 2nd quarter examination today.
After the first subject, I cried. A lot. My hands are trembling.
While I continue to try reviewing for the next subject, I will probably fail too.
My friends were there, also reviewing for the next subject.
I'm crying without them knowing, with the rails covering me from their sights.
All I have is myself and my handkerchief, stifling my sobs.
Coincidence? After exactly one month, I felt the same kind of pain that made me break down in public. The most painful one.
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Words That I Never Spoke About
Poetry-words created by the author for her forbearance .
