there's a boy who lingers at the end of the hallway, his name rhymes with the word, fall. he never smiles anymore, and he never speaks.

he's got brown tussled hair upon his head, and he's got deep brown, swirling eyes. they posses the sadness that he bears in his heart. because she and he, they had to part.

his lungs collapse with every breath, yet he manages to walk around like a normal human being. this boy with a wicked frown, and his worse fears. he's bearing the world like we bear our bodies.

this boy at the end of the hall, like an animal he crawls! he passes the door that collects the ghosts of his past. and he tries not to remember.

this boy at the end of the hall,
whose name rhymes with fall.
whose brown eyes are replaced
with empty sockets filled with tears,
this boy with the wicked frown
and the troubles of an adult.
this boy who is a warrior...

he's got so many fears.

so when you ask me,
what's wrong with the boy at the end of the hall?

i'll simply say,
he's dying, just like the rest of us. but worse.

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