Wandering the Halls

January 5, 2016

As I stare down the halls

it's not the blankness of the walls

rather the piercing stares

and scornful glares

I'm want to cry

perhaps die

but I continue to walk

and dare not talk

I know it'll be okay

just get through the day

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