Leaving For The Last Time
I can be inside the walls,
or outside the door
and no one would know I'm gone.
I can come in late,
or show up early
and no one would know I'm there.
I can come to class dressed up like a hooker,
Or in a suit and tie
and no one would notice I'm different.
I can come to school,
or drop out now
and no one would remember I was ever alive.
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