Forgotten

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 I slip through the crowds,

ignoring the endless chatter. 

A repeat of everyday,

school. 

They say school is meant to be like a second home.

Oh, how I wish it was.

Then, at least,

I would have a home,

a true home that wasn't in ruins.

I slipped in the class and head to the back.

I smiled,

happy for once that kindness makes me easy to be forgotten.

Oh, to be forgotten,

how sweet it is to be forgotten.

You don't take sides,

you are simply forgotten.

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