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I always see him around.
He sits behind the farthest corner
His expression the same, voice unheard of
Glances of gossip and laughs of mockery
No one cares to give a smile
No one cares to lend a hand
No one cares to open their ears
And listen to his unspoken words.
In the hallways that push him back and forth
His body pounds against the wall
Roaring wave against a boulder.
A single boulder, eroded.

I always see him around.
He sits behind the farthest corner
Paper blank, pencil untouched
Frustrated sighs and quiet snickers
He cares of nothing to answer a question
He cares of nothing to raise a hand
He cares of nothing to give a glance
To the worried expressions of parental failure.
When questioned about
Of who he needs, of whom he loves
His eyes remained dull, his frown unscathed
He blinks once and says indifferent
'I forget'.





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