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How hard is it to be a decent human being? To have respect? To do what’s right? How hard is it to help a boy Who’s dropped all his books on the ground? Apparently it’s very hard.
People walk around as they laugh as the others stand in alone as if a polygraph test that the "others" takes blinks and beeps, people not knowing how the "others" weeps behind weak doors that hold back
Elation and delight fill the body Confidence like a pungent fragrance Alerting all those around Suddenly, The spider carrying doubt and fear arrives Biting that same body Spreading its toxic venom of lies