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'Where you are , is not who you are'
She repeats to herself as she returns to her home.
Her residence.
Where she lays her head ,and
Where she feels mentally stagnant.
No growth.
No life.
Just work, work, work.
Just wasting time.
But why am I here?
WHY AM I HERE ?!
To learn,
To grow,
To live...
But...
I'm stagnant.
Everything I'll ever learn
Has been learned.
Any amount of growth, that's gonna happen
Has happened.
I am not alive.
I exist.
Guarded,
Jaded,
Wanting to be faded.
Temporarily release,
No longer feel
And barely breathe.
I...can...not...breathe!
Exhale!
Breathe!
BREATHE!
Exhale and release.
Don't be hurt
Don't let it kill you.
You're strong,
This is temporary.
Remember...
'Where you are, is not who you are'
Three missed calls, eight text messages, and two snap chats. I meant to reply, I swear I did, but I remembered the bloodshot eyes that glared at me and said, I just want you
to leave me alone. Alone. I walk to class alone.
Well, I have my music. My headphones are
my best friend now.
But I’ll lose them too.
There’s a short in the right earpiece.
Besides, they’re orange. You hate
orange. Think next time I’ll get black. No, gray. Inconspicuous enough.
But maybe you’ll see me after class and say, Did you get new headphones?