What is Happening to Me?

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I miss them more than I thought I would. They sit alone, on a bench in the obscurity of the school campus. They don't want friends. I guess, at this point, neither do I. I think I'd enjoy some time spent on my own, in which nobody feels the need to mock me or, well, speak to me in general. Maybe hang out in a quiet room and write something. 

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