Looking back

In attempt to clear up the room,
I opened the cabinet — filled with my past.

I looked through,
..the essays that I have written.
..the answer scripts that I have flunked.
..the model essays that I have not read.
..the pressures that I have just forgotten.

There is no way that I am returning to hell.
Too much for me to handle..

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