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Taking the Time
It's a Thursday I'm sitting on the steps in front of the hall Waiting for someone to take me home There are lots of people sitting around me Or standing Almost all talking One, I notice Is always there on a Thursday Year 12, I think I know him But we never talked before Soon almost everyone is gone There's me, that guy, and another guy talking to him I half listen to their conversation Amused that they are talking about a girl in my grade One I know very well And dislike much Haha Anyway One of the boy's leave Now it's just me and him Okay, just so you know, I don't like him It might sound like that though lol Anyway He's listening to his iPod So am I He's sitting up the back against the wall And I'm sitting on the steps He moves beside me when the other boy leaves And I'm surprised Have I been noticed? Am I not invisible anymore? "Are you okay?" I always wanted that A stranger to just randomly ask Randomly care It felt good "I'm right" And I was He had taken the time To speak to someone Who looked alone He'd been nice I don't know what I expected But it put me in a great mood I couldn't stop smiling Someone Even just a stranger Someone cares. These things matter to me And other people too Take the time.
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