In a hallway he sitsHe smokes , he drinks he thinks
He sees what others don’t
He may be weird , but not a dork
He’s weird in his own special ways
The people judge him by the words he says
Only he knows their true meaning
The way that works his living being
He needs a key to set him free
To release the tragedy
He has become , pushed by time and memories
To change no matter the degrees
No matter how hard it may be
He sees a challenge , a need to be
A better person for the one
That needs him , cannot live without
He thinks..
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