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Placid Strangers

Hes sleeping on a bench  
Waiting for the end
Blocking out the distant noises  
He ran out of choices  
Now hes getting lost in their voices
Giving into the poison
 
 
Hes wasting his life  
Sitting in the morning light  
He doesnt care  
But I think hes a lie  
 
 
Lost all his dreams  
Hes the scenery that breathes  
Trying to get back to who he used to be  
He blends in with the trees  
People come and people leave
No one knows anything  
 
He doesnt have anywhere to go
Left his paper home
Burned everything he used to know  
Now he sits all alone
Letting them think hes stoned
No one gets close  
 
 
Watching everyone pass by  
Waiting on the outside  
For someone to let him in  
Pretending he has thick skin
He screamed fuck all this shit  
But nobody heard him
QuietlyOutspoken
Written by QuietlyOutspoken
Published | Edited 13th Nov 2022
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