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  Alas, I am sitting in class, Stressed for the upcoming test. Afraid I am unprepared to pass, My heart pounds in my chest.  
Dear Eyes,   How do you see? I know your retina, the film of  Photoreceptor cells (now that’s a five dollar word) Seems Counterintuitive to most. That’s because it is.  
I hope you're happy. During all this time, I desperately hoped everything would return to normal. But my wishful thinking only slapped me.   A quite literal slap you gave.
Darkness surrounds. Sudden burst of lights. Flashing,  Running, and... Carrying? What do these stars carry with them? Like cars on the freeway, They travel head to toe.
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