I tried reading it, but many of the words were unclear. I spent a few moments deciphering it, and only two spots remained unclear. I quickly wrote down the poem and then carried on my merry way, wondering what the heck it was doing on the stalls of a bathroom, of all places.
A few weeks ago, my friends and I were going to go out of the school for lunch. Earlier, I had visited the bathroom, and though I hate using the stalls, I regrettably had no choice over the call of nature. Usually, I try to avoid looking at what was carved into the walls because, well... you know. Its immature and pretty disgusting. I saw a poem carved into the wall. The stall had been painted over, but it was a poor job, so I could still see most of the poem.
I tried reading it, but many of the words were unclear. I spent a few moments deciphering it, and only two spots remained unclear. I quickly wrote down the poem and then carried on my merry way, wondering what the heck it was doing on the stalls of a bathroom, of all places.
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