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Business Class

by azsauire

I love this feeling But at the same time It feels foreign I question whether I belong Whether I am deserving of it I tell myself The goal is to become seasoned So that it all feels like every time And that it becomes a habit But I'm just sixteen And I feel so awkward. I smile so sweetly Hoping it covers up my irregularities Hoping I don't make it too awkward Hoping I'm not as weird as I feel I cringe at myself, honestly Why do I stutter when I read What has become of me? Why am I so dumb, honestly? Even the air hostess Smiles at me knowingly I'm just a dumb child Travelling in Business class With my parents' money Even the steward was judging me Why am I in Business When they are in Economy This feels so foreign Because I don't belong here I belong back there With my mom and my brother And I feel so fucking guilty Before, I felt so excited And now I just want to be with my family But it's fine, it's just two and a half hours Sleep still evades me.
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May 20
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2m
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wrote this on a plane when one ticket was upgraded and I was allowed to take up that seat.

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