In my hallways
there are always
points ..
of which ways I'll go
and those you follow
Cause you see
my class is here
but yours is there
and you follow me
here
and I walk with you
there
and the classes
we were meant to be in
remain ..
to be
the same ..
In my hallways
there are always
whispers and glares
and talk of going
all .. the .. way ..
but to what?
Satisfaction that's only
temporary
a story of a guy
who lets her carry
the weight of
anxiety, depression, and
denied love to an
unborn child
who grows up to be
twenty fcukin years old
with thought so meek & mild
In my hallways
there are always
papers and books
textbooks and pencils
fliers on the wall
that all say
things I have to do
places I need to go
.. only points that are not
of my belonging .
Cause' I remain Here
and you stay everywhere .
But no matter what
I run these
hallways
and my thoughts are
always
of me going all .. the .. way ..
.. to the end .
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