Thousand Deaths

Walking alone
hands in the pocket,
Shining lights lined across the street,
Staring around with Cold eyes
Invisible among strangers
Straying thoughts
Lost Opportunities
Abandoned hopes
Unsaid words
Oh I am dying a thousand deaths every waking hour.


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