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Jan 2015
Your head still held high
Though tears run down your face
Red bloodshot eyes beg to look down
But you raise your head
Convince them you are strong
Your vision never strays from your destination
Their words bring you down
The insults and abuse
Who new you'd just walk on by
I sertently didn't
And now I'm walking down the hall
Tears spilling down my face
My head bowed low
Horrer in my eyes as I hear their voices
I think no wonder you didn't make it
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