People are looking like dolls more and more.
The alleys are filled with dust.
and I am full of this dust. I would like to look like a doll. But I dont.
Looking down seeing threw the brick.
The dawn is breaking
The cars are awaking with screams.
How can this be life?
Wandering the streets to school.
Shuffling threw the grass.
Where did I put those dreams?
glacing up at the sun.
He is laughing and we know it.
He trying to an excuse to leave.
the clouds are gathering.
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