Disappear

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The back of the class

Head down

Fidgeting with fingernails

Paperbacks thrown

Spit balls

Constant

Nauseating feeling

The reason for

Why are they different?

Endless tears fall from

Our face as we grabbed

Our bookbags

Walked out the

Long hallways

Out the doors

We want to disappear.

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