When she walked to school, she could feel it inside.
That feeling. That irritating feeling that you can't get past.
She knew she couldn't get rid of that feeling, not with out help.
But she couldn't ask anyone.
She wouldn't.
In math class she could feel it as well.
Even though she had the pen in her fingers,
that feeling
that feeling came back.
And now, even when she's actually writing
She feels the tickles in her fingers saying:
Isn't there anything you want to write?
But she knows that she can't
Because of that feeling.
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