April 10, 2010
"Standing still in a vast crowd with a look of confusion,
being less attention more than a mere illusion.
Time moves slow in my vision as if people walk in slow motion.
Engulf by other own made pollution.
In an instant with in point blank range I lost my sanity,
cold sweat burns in my skin bewildered vanity.
What is the point of living and all this walking?
With a shallow breath I closed my eyes,
I saw my past drastically dies,
I open my eyes and start walking again.
There is still tomorrow."
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