And I try to recall if there’re any worse days.

This girl is commendable for her composure for nine hours.
She holds back a whole tangled web of emotions, shaking but fine.
There was something in the teacher’s eyes, friends’ and her reflection,
She could not bring herself to dampen any mood around her.
And when there’s finally isolation,
She let go, the endless flow, when she cannot even remember
Why she was upset in the first place.
Not that it really mattered.
She’ll be okay; she just needs to live with it.

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