Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Alone at a Table

Sitting alone, at a table. Wondering if someone would dare join me. Wondering if I would make a new friend today. I wanted leave school so badly but I knew I needed to stay. Sitting alone is sad and depressing. No one was willing to reach out to me or even talk to me. All alone at a table. Why did I need to go here. I don’t know anyone. Why me.

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