I was staring out a window in the middle of class, my teacher said "What are you looking at?" "Nothing", I said. But it was something, I was looking past the street and the cars, past the houses and sticky fingered little kids. I saw myself, I saw my dreams, but I said nothing.
Reason for writing:
just the sad confessions of a suburban high school kid.
& I was bored.
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