XIII

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I wish I could remember lunches with friends around, enjoying my company.

But I cower with fear in the stalls, with forged signatures of the janitors typewriting print spelling out of order neat enough that even the stupidest could understand.

I tuck my knees far enough to convince others of my lie.

Another sin to my list

The daydreams started when my grasp of the situation, was slipping through my fingers and I fell with it.

Without even noticing.

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