the picked ones
You see that boy in the hall
The one who got hit by the ball
You pass by only
To see him cry
You know his pain
But still you think to explain.
Only then to see him again
To feel the pain
That he has gained
Have you ever considered?
To help him out
Because once he’s gone
It’s too late
But then you’ll realize
His not the only picked one
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