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The white liminal education place is filled with dread.
Millions of questions lie about truth.
It drains life to nothing but a hoax.
Yet hope still coats
you into a mess.
I'm inside the cafeteria of my high school. Not a single soul in sight, it is cold and unsettling. There is a conveniently placed ice cream truck near the food area, so I check it out. Click, click, click, I hear as I step closer. My right heel is pierced by a sharp object on the ground. Cotton socks, undershirt, and tiny GAP sweatpants scan through me. I honestly don't give a shit. I stare at the menu