Blurry faces all around
i walk these halls everyday not a single day goes by in silence
everyones faces are burry as they rush by
never taking the time to notice those around them in need of help
always blinded by their electronics
they cant see those around them suffering
no one does anything
but thats ok
for judgement will come one way or another
but for now the outcasts will do
"do you need a friend? for if so take my hand"
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