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Jul 2018
Nothing more than a blurred face
Someone in the crowd
Lost in the sea of people.
One of the many
One of the masses
A copycat of everyone else
No differences
No soul
No pain
No sorrow
It wouldn’t be noticed if they didn’t exist tomorrow
For they are a blurred face that never existed.
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