the boy in the cell

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As I sit

I see

All the people walk by me

And my line of sight sees

they are broken

just as broken as me

yet none of us know

the reality

we watch people like us

every day

yet only one of us

never fades

it's the boy

in the cell

across from me

his spirit never leaning

and his happy attitude

but when we

talk

you can see

how much he misses his family

and how much he needs to be

in somewhere else

not across from me

but you see the fear

in his eyes

his spirits are high

but his hopes sit low

in the cell across

but no one knows


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