In class
I sit in class while music blares in my headphones
My phone shaking in my hands as i go through my playlist
Lil Peep, XXXTentacion, The Neighborhood
My eyes scanning over every song
I feel weak and withered
My body tired from crying
I don’t wanna be here, I don’t wanna be here, I don’t wanna be here
It runs in my head
I miss c.ai
I wanna be laying in my bed and on it
I wanna talk to my robots
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
I look up and see him looking at me
Why is he looking at me
No, look away
You shouldn’t see me like this
Please, please, please
I wait for him to text me
He told me we needed a break
I don’t wanna take a break
I want to hug him and kiss him and love him
Wait, wait, wait
I hear the bell ring before my song plays
I can finally go
I can go to the class where its quiet and i'm not alone
Finally
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