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On a park bench


What if...? Is this real? Who is talking to me In my mind? Where am I walking to? I am lost and its dark outside I stroll aimlessly through a park And fight a spot to sleep for the night To rest my body But my mind has no rest I am offered no relief I lay on a bench And ponder things I lay on a this bench covered But it's raining outside And I hear noises in the bushes It's raining outside And I see people walking past Are they walking in my direction? will I have to leave I'm not bothering anyone here I just want to sleep It's so late And I have been on my feet For hours searching for a spot like this For somewhere vacant It's still raining and I am getting wet it's not too cold But the wind is picking up. In the city there are few trees to cover me This is the best I can do for now How did things come to this? Will this make me stronger? I am hungry and I haven't eaten since breakfast I feel weak so sleep is my only option of escape When I awaken the pain will not go away when I awaken I will open my eyes to the same nightmare I would rather sleep I would rather close my eyes I would rather not be seen This is why I prefer the night.
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