Am I dying
Fourth grade
My stomach hurts,
I should be rushed to a hospital at this rate
I raise my hand for the teacher to see
I need a restroom break,
Run into the stall in twisting pain
Eyes flooding with tears like rain
Underwear dirty red
I wanna go home and lay in bed
And then it hits me,
Oh My God
I think I just got my first period
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