My Hall
I walk down these empty halls
Void of pictures and paitings of boys
Or even someone to say they care
Its an empty white hall
Filled with nothing at all
I look out a window to see other peoples halls
And i'm met with beautiful pathways
Filled with paintings and pictures
Of people that care
Paintings of boys making girls laugh
Some even making them cry
But in the end
They are the one with the beautiful and colorful halls
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