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Just because I sit in the back of the room
And send an empty stare…
I’m not an air!
I care!
I swear…
You look at me but you can’t see
The face that passes by…
Oh, I want to cry!
Why?
She died today.
Stuck between the pages in a notebook.
She was left forgotten,
An idea lost in the winds.
She will try to be remembered,
Tugging at the corners of the mind.
