Wednesday, March 6, 2013

53

People begin showing you how they like you. They bring you to sunny roadsides, with trees telling you to stop walking and leave. But you don’t listen to them; it’s hard to listen to them when you are not free. You put your hands in your pockets and keep thoughts which are hidden, still. They will come out. Soon; after people give way to silence and leave and never apologize because it was never their fault. They will wish you luck, and you will grieve.

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