This place is made up of hallways and classrooms,
Teachers who think their class is the only class we have,
And people who really seem more like rats and evil dwarfs.
Hundreds of lessons getting crammed into my head,
Making it harder to even think through simple things.
But in the midst of all the confusion and stress,
There’s a boy.
A boy no one knows,
Hidden behind crowds of people.
To others, he’s just another face in the hallway.
But to me, he’s a light in the darkness.
A rare storm in the desert.
A knight.

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