part 12

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Next day, finally,

I saw you, again.

Behind that same tree.

Sitting on that same bench,

As you stare at your own feet.

however,

I'm not happy,

As I see you there,

You are crying, again.




People can see you as well.

They are passing by,

Chattering things about you,

but no one dared to help you.

I want to walk towards you,

to make a silly joke,

to make you laugh,

even just a bit.


But

I remembered I'm just a stranger.

You might walk away, again.

So now,

I'm asking myself,



Should I?

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