my heart
pounds furiously in my throat, my mind
a dizzying blur of formulae
my hands
a shaking jumble of digits
my eyes
cannot focus on the paper
my grades are dropping
faster than
a grouse shot down by a dart
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poems from a lonely girl
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grades
my heart
pounds furiously in my throat, my mind
a dizzying blur of formulae
my hands
a shaking jumble of digits
my eyes
cannot focus on the paper
my grades are dropping
faster than
a grouse shot down by a dart