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Monster 2

I wrote this poem for English class. We had to write poetry on how we view ourselves. The teacher stood in front of the class and read it aloud.
She said it received the highest grade in the class, and would have received 100% if it hadn’t been so dark.
The teacher stopped me after class.
First she told me, “Your writing is inspired,” then she told me, “but I think you need help.”
She handed me a pass to the guidance counselor.
I’m supposed to go to the guidance room every day after school.
I’m going to blow it off.
I don’t need help.

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