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­­­The Emotion of It. With the hallways almost empty, the sound of silence fill them as the students have gone to class except for those who don’t have a class. Three college students sit at a lunch table in the empty cafeteria talking. George: It feels good doesn’t it? Dominic: That depends what you think feels so good. George: You know, no responsibilities for the next eh, hour or so. Not having to do work. Sam: That’s only if you got your work done already. Hey, George, I probably already know, but did you get that algebra done? George: (Casually) Nope, never have, never will. Sam: And you still wond

Was it really coming to this? Leaning into the void, staring into the abyss? I don’t want this to be the end Just with a few mistakes But all I do is sit here, begging for it all to end I feel hate Burns like the edge of cigarette, my arm thrives with the pain All I can do is just sit Sit Sit As if sitting will do anything What else can I do? When you push back you get called out When you speak your mind you aren’t “well” This idea of right is wrong The status quo right, everyone oppressed wrong Everyone has privilege Tell that to the kids whose home you can call in for speeding Be thankful you’re here The one c

It’s too late for me now, My world has come to a sudden crash I have nothing anymore, And yet, I had nothing to begin with Just because it crashed Because it is gone Does not mean it must end It must be rebuilt New foundation New Priorities New life The time is now The time is this moment I must begin to rebuild But to whom it may be for I do not know until I find them Until I know if I’m rebuilding myself Or rebuilding to sustain myself and another All will not come All will not stay I may go alone, I may have a few who wish to stay Let their voices be heard in this, And let me find if I am to journey alone Or my crusade will