DESPAIR

I miss those days.

Even though I don’t want to admit,

at least there was a familiar face.

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And all those minutes,

the people there...

I want to go back.

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Only for some reasons,

it was something, at least...

Someone who talked to me,

maybe made my day...

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The people I got that time...

I want them back.

I want to hear their voice,

feel their presence next to me.

Anything...

just bring them back.

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Feeling unwelcome,

that doesn’t hurt.

But not knowing what shoulder I can lean on,

that is not probably pleasant.

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The only contact I get

is the front,

where the oldest one stands.

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Isn’t it funny and sad?

You don’t have to answer ’yes’,

it was just a question in my head.