Shadows fall, I walk the halls,
Stumbling through the darkness.
Walls are sharp, with broken glass,
Cut my fingers, as I pass.
No light to find, my hands reach out,
Silent screams, no one about.
Dripping blood, and painful thoughts,
Alone I cry, not to be caught.
Silence is my weapon, smiles are my tools.
Keeps my inner person, from feeling like a fool.
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