Sitting in class,
Sitting in class, waiting, waiting. Can't I go? I don't know what to do. Can't I be free this isn't what I want to do. I wish to go outside. Be with the friends I cannot see. This school seperates us. Can I not learn what I wish to? To be onstage. To do the arts. To sing. Dance. Draw. Can't I do this now? Why do you stop me? s sdssssjklfjdskl
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