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Slammed between to bookshelves Quiet of the library hushes the scream Heart pounding, breath quickening What the daydreams reveal seem obscene Dark, lengthening lines under eyes Stomach curled in defeat Head pounds, have to make it perfect Took hours to make the lines straight, If only the strength To rip could come Trying to see the uncertain future No one can imagine the pain it brings No one wants it After an all-nighter, the stress holder Claws at their chest and releases an anguished cry Working so hard Being everything they are supposed to be A future that will always be incomplete Nothing is definite Except what it t