Everyday.
The Darkness comes.
The light does as well.
Mentally I am far away.
But phisically
I am always here.
But I am alone in both.
So it doesn't make much difference.
Snow and rain
Fall from the midnight sky.
Some stare with amazment.
Others with hatred
Or disbelief.
While others are out.
I am inside
No one acknowleges me
to even move.
What is my life to anyone else?
Nothing.
Same as it always has
And will be.
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