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The Struggles


15 years old a girl sat in the back of the class

looking at all of thoes faces

her heart began to pound faster and faster

sweaty hands 

teachers unconscienceof her anexiety 

participating was the key to the A

getting called on to awnser the question 

lips began to treamble

with each breath she took it became harder to breath 

eyes on her like a halk 

spitting the word out 

oh what a struggle 

little did they know her anexiety took her soul

if only participating wasnt the key 

that clase wouldn't be a nightmare

all she wanted was to succed 

University was her dream 

that girl was me

 

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