Dark Days
The World is a
Cold-hearted place.
Dirty looks everywhere
you turn.
Pushing and shoving just
trying to make
your way through this
mess.
Not one person
Stops and asks you
"Are you okay?"
Keeping to yourself
you continue on with
your journey.
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