What Would You Change Scholarship Slam

All eyes are on me, my knuckles start to bleed.
I scraped them on the desk, my mind is a jumbled mess.
They asked me what I'd want to change about myself,
And my one worded answer had cut deeper than the knives hidden under my mattress 
" Everything... "
 
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