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a safe haven

i hate to admit it
but i miss being there
i miss feeling like
the most normal person
in a place
i miss being tortured every day
i miss feeling like
a law breaker
when i smuggled a tootsie pop
out of the cafeteria
and traded it for a marker
that my friend
(yes, friend)
smuggled out of the school room
i miss not having to worry about anything
except for everything
and i miss not having to speak with people
in order to be left alone
perhaps in the summer
when i have nothing to do
i’ll go back
and check myself in
and i’ll not be able to stand life anymore
ever again
and we’ll play poker
and i’ll see if my roomate
won his custody battle
and i’ll see if my neighbor
found a foster home
and i’ll see if
anyone came back
and i miss them
i miss the people
they were real
they never were superficial
because we were all in it together
we all had problems
and we all knew each other
even though we didn’t

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