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Apr 2018
I’m sitting in a desk with a class full of people

Each of them occupied by different conversations

Binders and backpacks being moved around

Laughs and harsh whispers could be heard all around

There’s hardly times where everyone isn’t talking

But as I sit through the midst of it all

I have never felt so alone
I’m sad
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may  18/F/the void
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     --- and empty seas
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