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My worth
Is filled within dark circles
Bubbled in with
Soft lead
Nothing outside the lines
My worth
Is sometimes expressed as
A number
First, 27
Then, 29
Papers flip in a non-patterned motion,
fingers are tapped nervously on the desk,
the thought "when did I learn this?" To every question,
this my friend, is a test,
heads bowed down to their paper,
