lost on the subway

I held tight my belongings afraid of everything and everyone I had this sense of not knowing where I'm from and where I should go everything passed by so quickly people running and screaming I just sat quietly staring at the tiffany blue coloured floor I smelled the pollution my nose hurting while breathing this must be what they mean when they say "it's hard living in the big city”

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