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Suicidal Doe?Suicidal Doe?
It was an eerie Sunday morning as I packed my overflowing bag of clothes and books. I sat on my bag in hopes it would be easier to zip shut as excitement of going home relieved my bored vibe of the three days of nothingness. It was a weekend up North, just like any other, with a hint of laziness. My father had to work all weekend so he was idle. Working on the computer all day long in cubicles puts my mind in wonder. Its just something I dont understand why anyone would want the sort of job where you sit at a computer all day long typing in codes and working on programs. It was nicer on the weekends for him although, hed get to sit around in his pajamas in all bummness and wait for someone to call and take care of his work from there, helping the person on the other line with computer problems and so on.
My mother on the other hand, is a nurse. When she has to work weeken
Tear me a partTear a part these wings that grow
Shred to pieces my growing mind
Rip these overbearing clothes
And mend my soul deep inside
Me and YouIt's always been me and you
caught in this
with hidden thoughts
and unspoken secrets
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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