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  • Oh silent night,
    The streets shimmer,
    Cars pass,
    It's Friday and it's quiet.

    The classroom has been abandoned
    holding only remnants of lessons learned.

    I'm still learning, I hope. I know.

    I'm especially scared tonight.
    The same fear always returns, at some point.
    No matter how strong I get.
    It confronts me, like tonight.
    Usually on the walk home,
    or the walk elsewhere.

    Tonight this classroom is a manifestation of fear.
    The embodiment of what I don't want to become.
    Lonely. Dimly lit. Abandoned.
    Smeared with lessons learned, but illegible.
    And in this quiet space, I face my fears.
    I hold them head-on tonight,
    and realize if I stop running,
    They're not that scary.
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