papier-mâché

I walked those halls

on feet of papier-mâché,

unsure, unsteady, unknown,

folding in on myself

with every frightened step;

always running in

through the out door,

searching for the girl

erased on boards of black

by the cruelty of

made-up minds

and history 101 

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