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Budhino Dec 2016
I walk down the street
My heart is tattered, shattered
Into pieces like unfinished garments
Stitches one by one
Still undone

I see
People pass by
Immersing in their little
Valuable and miserable lives
They don't know
Oh they don't care

Maybe, they are no different
Their hearts suffer of the things i don't know
Maybe, some are filled with joy and laughter
Of a happiness i never know

— The End —