The Halls

The Halls

A Poem by Rebel
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What school can feel like if you are a shy kid.

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Walking the halls of a foreign place that is yet known. A place of hatred, jealousy, bullies and more. It also has kind, caring, loving and respectful people, too. Feeling trapped with strangers and ones that are known. Wishing to leave, yet also wishing to stay. Stuck in more than one trap and not being able to leave any of them. Tries to leave, but wonders around trying to find some way out without leaving a trace to follow.

© 2017 Rebel


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Smile life is what it is, try cry, we are our self, here, care,share then there is Graves of Old


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Added on February 25, 2017
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I like to write, read and more. There is not much to say about me, but that I write what is on my mind. Writing helps me get my feels out on paper. more..

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