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Lonely city why do u shun me? Im as lonely as you. Lonely people why do you shun me? Im as lonely as you. Alone as well and so very blue. A different shade maybe, but not so new. I ALSO dont know just what to do. I wonder if you all see the hate as plainly as I do. It filters through, attempting to pervade all that we try to do. Lonely city I hear you sobbing. You sound just like I do. Lonesome city I can FEEL you shivering. Your as cold as I am, I shiver WITH you. The sounds that you make, my mistress concrete. Are the same sounds that I make. As I tread your paths with blistered and aching feet. Sad sobbing suburbs I sob with you. Im as cracked and scarred as you are and my mind is too. Sidewalks that I have walked for years. Fret not, for someone hears. I too cry dusty and unkempt tears. I too have been walked on all over for so many years. And patched over haphazardly with no care at all for the fragile workings of my inner gears. The very sound of you is always ringing in my inner ears. Sounds like sorrow tinged with happy. Im lonely lost me, lost in inner me, abandoned in this lonely city where none will ever find me.
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Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 11:33 PM UTC
Lonely City Im As Lonely As You
Lonely city why do u shun me? Im as lonely as you. Lonely people why do you shun me? Im as lonely as you. Alone as well and so very blue. A different shade maybe, but not so new. I ALSO dont know just what to do. I wonder if you all see the hate as plainly as I do. It filters through, attempting to pervade all that we try to do. Lonely city I hear you sobbing. You sound just like I do. Lonesome city I can FEEL you shivering. Your as cold as I am, I shiver WITH you. The sounds that you make, my mistress concrete. Are the same sounds that I make. As I tread your paths with blistered and aching feet. Sad sobbing suburbs I sob with you. Im as cracked and scarred as you are and my mind is too. Sidewalks that I have walked for years. Fret not, for someone hears. I too cry dusty and unkempt tears. I too have been walked on all over for so many years. And patched over haphazardly with no care at all for the fragile workings of my inner gears. The very sound of you is always ringing in my inner ears. Sounds like sorrow tinged with happy. Im lonely lost me, lost in inner me, abandoned in this lonely city where none will ever find me.
#276 / Dec. 11th, 2011
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Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 11:33 PM UTC
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