Surrounded by people, isolated and alone. A day to day that begs escape. A shelter's not a home. Passing strangers turn their heads, not one of them a friend. Forgotten human contact, let this not be the end. Does anybody see me; or does my voice just go unheard? Am I really so invisible; another unread word? If just one of you would take the time, to raise your eyes up from the ground, but instead you just keep walking by, ease your discomfort for a Pound.
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