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Brick walls
Grey lockers Masses of bodies It is the sight I see daily I fight through the swarm Of all ignorance My books close to my side Holding as tightly to them as I Do my life I long to be one of them Ignorant for a moment Or longer They move carelessly and without purpose Some don’t move at all Slow to the rest of existence Not I though I move with calculated steps Fast in rate, slow in desire I do not joke I merrily Walk like a prisoner towards death I’m not accepted here My knees are weak, almost home free Almost Just move Left foot, then right Clutching my books I’m just trying to survive That’s all I’ve ever wanted I take my calculated steps Without breaking pace Just one word And pain for life.
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