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the peace in his head began
Silence amoungst the dusty presence, a building of lessons A lone child in attendance silently weeps, lost in the message In his mind the laughter echos, relentless bullies, ravenous Teasing & taunting the young master & his friend, the abacus In books the child took solace, his mind so vivid & fabulous He imagined himself been the hero, vanquishing his antagonists From worlds of old, the child grew bold, slaying dragons Before hopping in time as an outlaw raiding coach wagons He became many things, a gunslinger, a mighty ancient egyptian & No bullies could ever follow him to the world of fiction Fast, it became an addiction, his grip on reality came loose The years quickly went by, the child became bitter & recluse Now in his 40's, the man was empty, his soul an empty box For inside his mind, even the boy in the library was truely lost the war was over
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