On the train again. Alone again. The lights flicker as I stare at all these objects created by man for our comfort. Meaningless, unimportant. Just like me. As I used to be at least. When I still had my own values and views. When my dreams and beliefs hadn't been crushed into smithereens that the wind took. Now, while sitting here alone I realize, I'm no more than nothing floating around aimlessly in this everlasting... Nothingness. It eats me from the inside. Not fast nor slow. Feeling no pain. Still it hurts like hell.
This what you make me. Unconsciously. This is what happens every time I leave. And know that I'd go through it every day for the rest of my life, for only one split second of seeing you smile.
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