"So now, I will hide my face but expose my neck to show submission to the thing I fear most, but this fear is nothing that I know of, for it comes and goes leaving nothing but a feeling, and that feeling will soon disappear along with the memory of who I used to be. The thing I have now realized is that it never truly goes away, For it creeps and crawls as it peers over my shoulder, Judging every move I make. I tend to wonder if this eye of fear that lurks over me is the fear of being forgotten, things changing, or leaving, Can it be all three? For now, I'd prefer to remain clueless." I stood in front of my teacher as she read the assignment I was supposed to call a poem. She stared at it intently. She then started to speak. Warning: -swearing -depressive thoughts -slurs -smoking -talks of sex and other sexual mentions
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