v- night

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When everyone follows their separate ways

You're left with strange people in God-forsaken alleyways

The crisp air is only disturbed by the smoke

When you look at the sky you can't see the stars anymore

The sun is setting low

It's always easier to pretend when its light is gone

Goosebumps rise to your skin

But where you're feeling colder is from within

You start to walk away

Ignoring the slurry voices calling your name

No matter how far you go

Feeling dismissed, lonely and lost

You never seem to find this safe place

And searching for it is becoming more like a race

Your breath comes in pants and you stop

You let yourself slide down the wall

For once you can see the stars

But they don't light your way, only your scars

You bury your face in your arms

And let yourself remember how things used to be once

You think that no one cares but you're wrong

Nights like this you wish you hadn't left home

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