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screamed the school cheer at the top of our lungs just a choir girl borrowing glory in a kingdom of track and field my eyes were set on triple science the top-most rungs physics, chemistry, biology was the hill, leaving my pen concealed
loud with a chosen few, being unseen was my rule exiled to the back row, gladly, a willing renegade fifty cent ice cream from trespassing a primary school 3am alarms to cram while feeling like a god self-made
wearing soiled shoes on a monday trying to impress boarding the latest bus trying to beat the clock jamming to the cranberries’ zombie feeling badass who is michael anyway why is he learning to rock