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EMBARRASSED Our limit of endurance Doesn't always show appearance Sometimes our often ignorance Doesn't give us reassurance
She walks the halls with her arms wrapped around her books that are strapped to her chest.  Everyone makes fun of the way she is but her posture tells a story few will ever know. 
There I sit, 30 minutes left, nothing to do, but I feel a certain flush. Oh how it snuck up on me like a theft, let me go, I'm in a rush!   Run to the door, but stopped in my track
Embarrassed, empty of all feeling The tickle of pink on your peach face The never-ending time in the spot light What a dog feel like when a cone is put on his head
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