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Nov 2015
“Write down a specific goal for next time,”* they keep saying,
And every time I sit there with the same emotionless expression
Thinking, "I'm not even gonna be there. What's the point?"
I have goals, sure. Don't get hurt, don't let yourself get hurt, and don't die,
But for "next time"?
Is there going to be a another time when I feel as comfortable as this?
Another day to talk and joke with my friends?
One more chance to have one more class?
The answer is no.
There might not be a next time.
Based off of school.
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Livia  In my mind
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