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Oct 2014
I sit and I listen all day.
I know how to write and
solve functions and all about
the anatomy of a human.
I listen to professors drone on
and obediently I write every word down.
Afterwards I sit and I stare
and question; when will I need this?
I am homesick and miss my love.
I am tired and stuck.
I feel helpless and out of control.
And yet, I sit and I listen all day.
Becca
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Becca
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   Pax and stΓ©phane noir
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