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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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