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I′m sitting in the hallway
Reading something sappy
A badly written essay about
How to become happy

Who is ever fine with
The hurting of identities
Waiting for a miracle
With zero hope for remedy

I don't want to start it
There′s so much
You will never like it
There's no touch
Just an incoherence
Where we're missing out.

Stay aside
Make it right
If no supply
Multiply

They will slide
Out of line
There′s no surprise
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