Walls of High School
Such a small space
For so much movement.
People jostle against me,
Touch me with their filthy hands.
Voices, O so many voices.
She did what now?!
O Man! Score!
Gotta study for this test,
F*** off, dude!
I hear them all without them knowing.
Of course though, the walls hear everything.
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