I'm sitting at my desk.
Third row, two back.
I sit behind the class clown, Mike
And the Prom Queen is behind me.
Both adored by anyone & everyone.
As the teacher begins to talk I fog out.
I know it's time.
You may ask time for what?
Go ahead ask.
Time for what?
I've said it's time over and over.
But this time it's different.
I'm pretty sure about this time too.
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She's Gone, She's Dead, There's No Going Back
RandomIn which, Leah a high school senior is done. And by done I don't mean she is done with something she's done with everything and anything in life. Her thoughts were that no one cared. But in reality everyone did. It's too late now. She's gone. She's...
