School Days:
Stepping foot into the building, the immediate feeling of dread washing over me as I plunge into the swarm on unfamiliar faces gazing at me.
Bedroom:
My safe haven, it's walls shielding me from the chaos at work outside of my door, forgetting all worries as the blankets drape around me.
Future Self:
I don't know where I'll go, who I'll be, still I hope next time I look in the mirror, I'll see someone worth looking at.
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The teacher told me when she was looking at the last one that the last 6 letters are wrong because I'm already worth looking at :')
