Blank eyes amidst faceless streets
Erased souls is all I see
And the forced idea of clinging to unwanted feelings is all what lures me into staying within the realm of my individuality
Or at least that is what connects me to the place I’ve grown wrongly detached from
A newspaper or a book
The news or her deeming look
The fact that I care less or that I care too much.
The straw stirring through the plastic cup
And the annoyance of a gesture so inconsiderate alongside a fake smile and the endeavours of social courtesy that is destructive in all senses
And my attempt …
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