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I Want Out

I yawn as I open up another book.

Receiving a message asking about my grades.

They're not anywhere close to bad,

just two stupid B's.

They don't really matter.

None of it really matters.

I want out.

Out of school,

out of the house.

Out of family,

out of myself.

Out of this state of feeling absolutely nothing,

yet not really caring.

I guess I don't even want it.

I don't care.

A nap sounds good right now.

It's a way out.

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