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I sit  in this classroom

wanting to be home

I scream; throw fits

all I want...to be alone

 

Sick of drama

the stares of my peers

itching to run

not facing my fears

 

a figure leans down beside me

all my heart does is pound

the beating spreads to my ears

and I can not hear a sound

 

the voice speaks softly

taking me by surprise

I dare to look up

meeting kind eyes.

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[SobrietyHaze]

Oh like this!!!