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Your so weak and supple

You have no power to fight

No more overwhelming joy

Vivacity no longer strides in right

So dense and modest

Your belongings stay close

No feeling of love in the air

There’s no room for you to boast

You were holding a good life

Now there’s no sign of prosperity

You sit by yourself

For you live off of charity

These wet and long roads,

you tremble upon

They become your home

They are what you sleep on

There’s no roof above you

Just a cardboard box

No room for emotions

Just the echoes of silent knocks

Your warm yet broken heart

You wish to be found

Nobody seems to notice you

Still your every where to be found

You don’t have much hope

You just want it all to end

No one seems to care

All you ever wanted was a friend