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We’re all passing silently
Shielded by anonymity
Up against a wall
Monochromatic security
On a blank canvas
Untapped talent
And who are we
To speak out
And end questions
We are the
The un
The unseen
The unheard
The unexplored
We are the
The children
The mothers
The students
The teachers
The sick
The dying
The safe

We are the

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