A school of orphans, clones alike, they smile through clenched teeth.
Their tears of hatred, sadness, and sorrow are never wasted.
The mask that hides the truth is naked.
Their souls are spun, twisted, and weary.
They act as though they have never experienced pain.
Same body, same eyes, same clothes, same hair.
This school of orphans could never compare.
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