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Whether I stay here,
Or whether I go,
No one will notice,
And no one will know.
Lost in this city,
Alone in a crowd,
No one can hear, yet
I’m screaming out loud.
Jostled from both sides,
And pushed from behind,
Though they can see me,
They act like they’re blind.
Drops in a puddle,
Is what I’ve become,
Lost in this city,
The whole of the sum.
Living in squalor,
And treated like scum,
All that is left is
A street-hardened bum.
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