66 The Meadow I had six classes that semester. When I sat in my living room hardwood floor, Black couch, and black coffee table I remember I felt tired, I didn’t like school anymore, And that’s when I got an email From my last teacher with my sixth F. A cloud passes over and an empty void devours me whole. The street is gone And so is the forest. The cigarette was the only thing I could see in that dark. What if I was never meant to make it? What if my story was meant to be a warning To all the kids who need to wake up? The cigarette burns my eyes. The moon finally comes back. Its bright light illuminates The world. I can see the patio and the forest, Just on the other side of the road.
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