That girl with the glasses who went to the bathroom almost every day,
I asked her how she was if she was okay,
She turned to me with a happy grin,
And said,"Hey look, it's the prep again."
I rolled my eyes and decided to give up,
But the day she came back withs arms full of cuts,
I lost it and pulled over her arm as glancing at me came tod,
I stared at her cuts,
Yea, she was a little odd.
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
im not a prep i just wrote it from a friendly preps point of view ^.^
