Raging

Sitting here in class

I feel it

That feeling that finds itself growing inside you

While something else grows outside you

It comes and it goes

Sometimes you give in, sometimes you won’t

Other times you love, but others you don’t

It’s gone now

It went away

Until next time, bud

I’m sure you’ll be back.

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