Through the Halls

April 13, 2016

Whisper down the alley

Voices in a rally

Eyes scanning, people crying

Hearts shattering as our words are dying

Lost in the bustle of the crowd

Clustered all around

All I want is escape

From this hell I call the halls

From this hole my life was thrown into

From this reality that I wish was anything but real

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