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  • I walked into the dimly lit room...

    Students, all along the walls, and in chairs scattered around the room.

    None of them looked or moved from what they were doing.. they were not actually here. They were off in their own thoughts, which were spilling out in neat, curving lines onto a sheet of paper.


    Future. Goals. Distraction. Refocus. God. Plans. Distraction. Refocus. Direction. Purpose. Distraction. Refocus.

    In the end, as the flowing ink of their thoughts slowly runs dry. They look up, look around and remember that they were not alone in the past 20 minutes. There are others. They sigh in relief and think to themselves. "Good, I'm not alone.. I can do this."
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