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Back of the Class

I sit at the back of the class
I isolate myself from the other students
There's an invisible wall between my desk and the rest of the room
I watch everything
Students whispering among themselves
The teacher grading tests
Students sleeping
I feel as cold as the wall behind me
I look out the window
The outside looks like a still painting
Almost real
Time crawls here
When the bell rings,
I leave the back of the class
And disappear into the sea of students