Fifty four

I dropped my school bag on the floor of my bedroom and threw jumped into bed. My normal routine was to reach home, rush upstairs, throw myself into bed to take a serious nap before showering and going back to bed.

School was awful, school was boring, I hated it al. But lately apart of me had been wanting to go back, because of one reason, Barbra. She made me want to wake up again and show up at school. So, I could accidentally come across her and say something stupid or just anything.

When you run around the world and fail to find a place to fit in, you try harder, to find someone, or somewhere that rhymes with your demons. Somewhere where you feel worthy. They help to give your life meaning, purpose and make it brighter.

When you finally find that person, you hold on to them. You hold on to them because you want them to stay forever. You hold on to them because you know how long it takes to find such a rare soul in the universe, a rare souk that values and appreciates you.

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