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A classroom full of chaos.

A contrast of emotions. Thousands in occurence. A trace of restlessness. The desolation in a room full of students chirping like birds. Trying to hide his pen and notebook, he does not want to be center of any attention. He just wants to be at peace. He's a battle with himself. A matter of odds, a game of feelings and empathy. He does not belong here; not in this chaos of emotions; not amidst this war; not drowning in this state of detachment. A friend talking to him, but the words aren't just getting into his ears. He isn't really focused, is he? He is somewhere else. His mind is somewhere else; a place where only the privileged ones can go; a place where only he and the peace he deserves exists.

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  1. Anonymous8 July 2016 at 09:02

    yeah that's too familiar...a lot can relate.
    its actually sometimes when we are just wallowing in unknown valleys and the hustle/bustle around us doesn't even bother.
    the peace and silence inside us is throwing waves like to depress all the chaos...
    and that silence takes our mind to those places we want to be but cant be there!.its magical....and at that time its very irritating when people bother or ty to break our self-indulged state...
    sometimes we even wish that moment to keep on going....but have to face the reality!
    As a whole deep illustration....
    keep up man... so you don't regret at 60 that you have again eaten the apple!

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    1. khawajayy7 July 2017 at 15:58

      Thank you anon. This means a lot, like a whole year.

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