Category : Poems
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I walk down the street,
Already on my knees.
So many people around me,
Who are already hurrying
To go nowhere like me -
To the last day of our heartbeats.
I go where the wind takes me,
I have many phone numbers in my head,
But I already know that not a single number
Is available for me to call now.
I'm going far from the house I called home,
I don't know where I will find my end,
But loneliness no longer scares my lungs,
I lived the same sadness several times.