do you know what it’s like to know you’ll never be young and in love again?

Just roaming streets 

There are so many people  

Trying to figure this out  

Alongside me  

It’s easy to not feel alone downtown  

Never quiet and full of sounds  

Silence was never a great friend of mine  

Thoughts too loud where’s the exit sign  

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i write lame poems that no one really reads

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