A Metaphor

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Gone. I want to be gone from this building.

Let me leave? Please? I beg to my cowardice.

I don't want to be here. I want the comfort if my bed. Let me leave so I won't have to read minds.

But of course, I have to stay.

{Inspired by my book Telepathic Kisses and school}

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