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You,
with your eyes set to the ground
always looking down
moving through the crowd.
You,
with your head hung low
and your mind lost in the clouds
blocking out the loud.
You,
sitting in the back of the room
waiting for your doom
hoping for the end.
You,
all alone along the wall
waiting for you fall
hoping for a break.
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