i walk the halls,
wanting to cry,
even worse,
wanting to die.
but i stay,
to save the day,
by bringing false joy,
in a reckless face.
a giant waste on human race,
i wonder why i havn't died,
hopefully soon,
i'll disapeer,
away from you,
away from here.
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