Five

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what a sad life I live

I feel like a puppet sometimes
just a rag doll for my lazy classmates to toss around

I can never say anything for them to stop

treat me like a person
treat me well and maybe I won't mind being used that much

even if I say that
why don't I do anything now?

I am so weak

"hey can't you guys do your work yourself?
when the teachers find out you've been making her do all the work you'll all get a fail"

him again
he told them to stop using me

he made them stop

with just a single smile
he gave me silent reassurances

why?

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