Leaving For The Last Time

I can be inside the walls,

or outside the door

and no one would know I'm gone.

 

I can come in late, 

or show up early 

and no one would know I'm there.

 

I can come to class dressed up like a hooker,

Or in a suit and tie

and no one would notice I'm different.

 

I can come to school,

or drop out now

and no one would remember I was ever alive. 

 

 

 

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