struggling high school student

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Chalk dust Flakes from my fingers to my eyes, As I rub the to-dos into lashes And stare at the checkboxes for yesterday
The thing I need, is what I fear the most. Hidden behind trees of regret, lost in a forest of worry  and need. I need freedom,          liberation,                   and space,
Where would I be Without you, without me Without breath, without death Where would I be If you hadn't said yes If it had been a different day Where would I be
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