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May 2018
The boy you sit nearby everyday
in the bus
and never talked to.
The lady that you walk by
every single morning
and still don't know the name.
The little old man who sweeps
the floor and seems so kind,
didn't got even a hello from you.
And that's just sad,
because you've never seen
how their eyes
light up
when you tell them good morning.
You've lost the opportunity
of knowing them,
their souls and desperate desires.
You've lost the opportunity
of making their days better.
You've lost the opportunity
of making amazing friends.
And you're probably not gonna have another chance.
Written by
Ana Sophia  16/F/Brazil
(16/F/Brazil)   
174
       A Simillacrum and Praggya Joshi
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