Lunchtime

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Lunchtime,

I sit down and eat my food.

I talk with mike, we laugh.

Felicity is quiet.

She puts her head down, the table bare before her.

"You okay?" I whisper.

She nods.

I feel guilty,

I'm not sure why.

It not my fault,

But I want to help.

The lunchroom is loud,

I feel like a bad friend for seeing my best friend sitting in silence.

I don't know what she's feeling,

But I'm here for you.

Even if I'm just a side friend,

I will be here.

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