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People rush by Bumping others harshly Never stop to apologize They get on with their lives The scene keeps changing No one ever staying They have places to go They’re busy, you know? It’s ironic I think There’s such a big crowd Yet I’m on the brink Of screaming aloud. There’s something I don’t get I’m here on my own If people surround me Why do I feel so alone?
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
The hustle and bustle
People rush by Bumping others harshly Never stop to apologize They get on with their lives The scene keeps changing No one ever staying They have places to go They’re busy, you know? It’s ironic I think There’s such a big crowd Yet I’m on the brink Of screaming aloud. There’s something I don’t get I’m here on my own If people surround me Why do I feel so alone?
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
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