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Unknown

I see.
Seeing all these emotions,
all this pain.
This is the unknown,
Where you don't know who you are,
why you are here.
I walk the hallways,
seeing the tears
more fears.
Who are you?
Do you know who you are?

It's like you are there,
but you don't know what you did.
How you got there,
or why you are there.
You are trapped sometimes,
not knowing what to do.
How to do,
or wanting to do.

They just couldn't see it,
the first time,
and however many times.
It was too hard for them.
Too unknown for them.

I ask them this, why didn't they?
Why didn't they know?
Why didn't they understand?
It was too hard to understand.





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