hallway
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I always look down, instead of looking up, I always look down at the feet on the ground, for unknown to anyone, there are feet that I look for everyday since the start of my school, and upon that ground I find my anchor to save me from what I may
In the hallways of school, surrounded by unfamilair faces. Feeling alone, and as I walk through the lonely hallway, the only person I can find a friend in is myself.
Walking through the halls I watch
The faces of peers passing by
Their faces showing disdain or boredom
Or joy at the prospect of passing period.
