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i sit anxious in my seat

its cold out and I'm dripping

in silence my heart beats

time ticks by like hours

it makes my skin go crawling

anxiousness blooming like flowers

waiting for the bell to ring

its like a needle 

about to sting

After then time still slow

to see the final grade

like damn water ready to flow

or a cloud that bursts to rain

failing or passing you never know

it causes so much pain

tapping the table waiting to see

had I passed

the terrible EOC